sad writing i dont know

The potholes feel deeper tonight,

Like if I weren't paying attention they would swallow me whole and all these awful things in my head,

Maybe obsoletion is a good outcome, 

To fade with such power that people can't help but notice,

But they wouldn't,

If these streets extended forever and I walked on the ends of my bones to your doorstep just to have the door slammed in my face I would do it just to see you again,

And not a soul would notice,

Maybe I am the problem, I care too much for things that don't reciprocate love,

What a strange thing love is,

A feeling that can be so beautiful yet so devastating,

Both poles at once,

I have memories that I dreamed with you,

But these things never happened,

Reality had other plans,

I hope you find happiness,

I was foolish to think I could offer you that.