Time after time I would lay in bed and wonder what he was doing. Because if I texted him and asked, he would call me clingy. Time after time I would cry in the shower wondering if I would ever be good enough for him. Sitting in dark room, tears on my face and yet I still ask him,
"Are you feeling okay?"
Yet I am not, I am rotting with thoughts that strangle me into a abyss of of loneliness. But yet you need to be alone?
It is a violent place here, in my mind because you are my everything yet, what am I worth to you? You are emotionless in front of me until I am breaking down. You do not care because you have you're own problems.
Why not make them ours?
Why not talk to me? And show you care? Why not look at me and vow your love. Look at me, and say I am everything to yoy, without me asking, but you cant can you?
Because you are not mine.
YOU ARE READING
I was not his
RandomThe world sucks, but want to know what's worst? looking at the love of your life, and realizing he was mine, but I was not his.
