i've made some mistakes in my life, that part is so obviously clear.
maybe getting involved with you was one of them, but knowing what i know now and feeling the way i do, i know i wouldn't trade those days for anything else.
no matter what i always find myself coming back to you and find you running across my mind, even when i know you shouldn't.
i spend most of my days crippled by anxiety and the constant stress turning in my stomach leaving my unable to eat or think.
i've barely ate more than once a day in months, and i don't think mom and dad have caught on yet.
you plague every thought i have and you invade every dream.
i find myself messaging you, always starting with "hi i'm probably annoying you and i'm sorry for that but", and always ending with the same result...nothing.
not a sound.
not even a glance in the hallways in the school we've been attending for years.
it's like i no longer exist in your perfect little world and maybe that's for the best?
maybe i'll realize that i don't need you either and maybe i'll start eating again soon and maybe my stress and anxiety won't be as crippling.
maybe one day i won't think about you every second of every day and you won't take up every dream i have.
one day you'll be nothing more than a speck of dust i forgot to clean off the shelf and that day can't come soon enough.
YOU ARE READING
Behind My Eyes.
Poetrycome pick my mind and stay awhile, make yourself comfortable. it's awfully lonely in here. - inside this book, you'll find five distinct parts: simply me, which tells you almost everything you need to know about me. you, which tells you...
