about a boy. | poetry

life

i don't know

anymore,

actually.

i'm positive

that i'm okay,

that i'm totally fine.

but when

i see you with her,

my heart

still shatters.

but when

i close my eyes,

all i ever see

is your warm, brown eyes.

i tell myself,

it's okay,

this is totally normal.

but when,

all the tears

stop,

and that empty feeling

takes over again,

i know that i'm not.

i still think

that you're

the one

who made the world.

who made my world.