Love Poetry ✓

55.

We're just friends but now,
I can't even talk to you

It's better when I ghost you,
so I don't have to feel it

You ask what's wrong and I just can't spit it out

It's the one problem I tell you,
you don't have to deal with

and it hurts 'cause I pretend it doesn't
and I pretend it's not really happening

Living in denial so I don't go spiraling
and now I'm just fighting...

Maybe I should quit,
just give up trying.

I'm so tired
day in day out
All this denying and lying —
to you,
but also to myself

It feels like I'm just creating
my personal hell

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