i miss the way you used to feel. all the destructive thoughts would vanish when you were around. i became so comfortable with you i forgot who i was without you around. you were my home.
but not anymore.
you kicked me out and threw me away. you rented yourself out to others as if i never existed, as if i never lived there. you made it this way.
i can no longer look at you without seeing her lips on your neck or her hand below your waist. i can no longer feel your touch without the twisted thought of your hair tangled in her fingers instead of mine.
i can no longer be around you without being haunted.
i am worn out. years of my mentality slowly deteriorating.
when will you decide what you want? when will you decide that my heart is no longer your favorite game? when will you decide to love me?
why me?
