If I could be insanely honest with you, right now, this very moment, I’d tell you how wonderful you are. How I feel like I could breathe again with you. How I feel like I could be fixed. Sure, the scars will always be there, but I think you’d ignore them and love me despite my flaws. After all, you are the glue that is holding my pieces together. There’s just one hole in all of this. You. The love we could have.
But I’m just a ghost in this shell of a human.
You’ll just continue to pretend I don’t exist.