I wanted to be his life preserver the thing that would keep him afloat. Instead he became my anchor. And Im tired of drowning.

But even when I stop crying even when we fall asleep and Im nestled in his arms this will leave another scar. No one will see it. No one will know. But it will be there. And eventually all of the scars will have scars and thats all Ill be--one big scar of a love gone wrong.