there are no tears left for you.
she cried them out so many months ago, so there’s nothing left to fight the hate-fires in her heart. they just have to slowly burn out, like the love she used to have.
you lost her long before she cut you out. you lost her long before the night she said things she couldn’t take back. you lost her in the moments you chose not to be present, in the moments you chose dishonesty and secrecy, in the moments that you chose not to be public with your relationship. she wondered if it was even real at all, or had she only just imagined it?
it was the little things that set her in motion, that rolled her closer and closer to a cliff she had no choice but to throw herself over in self-preservation.
and words were said, and regret was planted, and then she tried to make herself smaller to fit back into your closed off heart. but you had already cracked it open for someone else, so she never was going to fit.
it’s done now. she no longer misses you on sunday mornings. she no longer holds her breath when she sees a truck that looks like yours. she no longer hears a song and thinks of you. your name isn’t the one she’s hoping for when her phone dings. there’s no pebble-sized hole in her carefully guarded heart shaped especially for you. there are only smoldering cinders, from pain gone up in flames.