I feel

I don’t write about you because I miss you.

I don’t write about you because I hate you.

I don’t write about you because I am sad.

I write about you because I feel.

I feel things and sometimes don’t process them until later.

I feel things and realize that those feelings are because of you.

I’m not mad at you.

I say I am,

But I’m not.

Did you break my trust and ruin the way I open up to romantic partners?

Yeah.

Did you hurt me in a way that scarred me from the inside out?

Yeah.

But do I hate you?

Nope.

I want to make this clear.

The things I write aren’t out of malicious intent.

I write so that people can relate.

I write so that they know they’re not alone.

Sometimes I’m scared to write because I don’t want to hurt your feelings.

But it’s not about you.

It’s about me.

It’s about how I feel.