Milestone

A quarter of a century old today. And instead of celebrating, I'm mourning. Mourning the remains of our relationship. We used to make eachother happy and I broke that. We fell apart and I just feel so broken from everything. I feel like a glass figurine shattered and there are shards of glass everywhere. And I'm just bleeding all over from the damage. I wanted us to work so fucking bad. There was a picture of us in my heart and I just wanted us to get back to where we used to be, but you can't force a block into a pigeon hole. But damn can you blame me for trying? They say 25 is a milestone for your lifetime. I never imagined that this would've been what they meant.