I was proud of you. I was so happy I could call you mine & I wanted everyone to know. I wanted everyone to see how lucky I was & how happy you made me. But I wonder, did you feel that way about me? Were you proud or ashamed? & I really want to ask you if you were…
Here I am again. I’ve been here many times before. In my bed. In your blue t-shirt. Wishing I didn’t need you. But waiting for you to come back. Waiting for that one text saying, “It’s not over”. Waiting for something that will never happen. You see me smiling. But that’s only because I want you to think I’m okay. Inside I’m dying. My mind is lost. Lost in a million thoughts. All surrounding you. My heart feels empty. Lonely without your love. My hands are cold. Longing for the warmth of your touch. You’re like a drug to me. You’re no good for me. But I’m addicted. I’m still here, waiting for you. And I don’t know how long I’ll have to wait. I hope not forever. But for you, I will.