Twelve

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You were my moon.
But she was your Sun.
Polar opposites. Me and you.
Me and her.
Why do I hope?
My mind says to give up.
Don't do this
Don't leave me
I never asked for much, just your company.
So why am I here standing alone?
While you walk away to your happy place while I'm stuck in this hell.
I never asked for much, just to be your friend.
You know me too well.
You know that it fucking hurts when you leave, yet you do anyway.
Why?

I deal with it everyday.
Acting as though it doesn't hurt when it does.
While the pain scars my heart even more.
I never asked for much, but maybe we have different opinions on what "Too much" means.
I never asked for much.
All I asked was for my existence to be noticed.
But I guess that's too much.

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