A short piece I wrote after being ditched by a previous lover.

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He knocked down my walls and went running the moment the tides got rough.

I was a mere distraction. A play thing, I suppose.

He tried to fix me for awhile. He tried to make me feel something other than estranged from everything.

But nothing ever lasts for long, I suppose.

I turned into a burden. We stopped talking. Whenever we did talk, it'd always turn into a fight. I'd go to bed aching, tears rolling down my face, soaking my pillow until I'd have to switch to a new pillow, eventually soaking that one too. Some nights I'd get tired of the same routine and I'd just lay there unmoving, allowing myself to soak in my pool of doubt.