The landing is worse than the fall.

please take it easy on me

A new year, a new poem
I'm not sure if everything is new as they say it is.
Things have mostly stayed the same
Just time has moved forward
And that's all.
How much will change before the next new year?

I don't know how many times I've told you that I'm fine with it. And I think part of the reason I've reassured you so much is because I'm also reassuring myself. Thing is, I'm lying through my teeth. And, God, it hurts. I am so tired of feeling like I'm second best. I'm tired of broken promises and I'm tired of never coming first. I'm tired of salty streaks running down my cheeks and I'm tired of being so ******* confused. I'm not fine with it. I'm not fine with it. I'm not fine.

caring about you makes my stomach hurt now
and if that isn't a sign of change, and change for the better
then I don't know what is.

Love lets go
of whatever it must
in order to remain loving.