why
are you talking to me
why
are you pretending to be nice
why
do you miss talking to me
why
are you writing about me
why
is it that I can't make you leave
because I don't want you to
why
do you think
that I'm okay with this?
I am sometimes
but sometimes it's too much
what do you expect from me?
you tore me apart
limb from limb
you ripped my heart out of my chest
how am I supposed to be okay?
