i never realized the feeling of being lost
until you packed your bags while
i lay asleep on your couch dreaming
of melancholy sunsets
i never realized the pain one could endure
until every letter i wrote to you
came back unopened and signs
of my bloodshot tears remained
i never realized how easy it was to leave
until you disappeared without
telling me if i, the girl blindly in love with you,
was the reason you have gone mad
YOU ARE READING
the lonely club
Poetrysometimes i can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives i'm not living
