I lost my appetite but you're okay.
I slept just to forget but you're okay.
I cried for weeks but you're okay.
I can't listen to one song without thinking of you but you're okay.
It was all a lie.
"I'm not going anywhere."
"I want forever."
Yet there is none.
I can't believe I couldn't see past your red flags.
Not to be bitter, but in a way I'm glad you're gone, you don't deserve the love I could've offered or the emotional and physical affection I could've given.
Someone else will appreciate it.
I will be okay.