all these times,
i thought you
were okay.
that you were
happy
with your life,
living in texas.
but i didn’t know,
you’d think i would
because we were the
same but i was blind.
i believed your
“okays” and looked
passed them.
it was easier to believe
your words through
text on a computer screen,
rather than staring
into your blue eyes.
why didn’t you
tell me that
you weren’t
okay?
that happiness
was a big fat
fucking
lie.
YOU ARE READING
with me
Short Story❝I wish I could have told you goodbye. But I didn't know. I didn't know.❞ © tilmorning.