it’s you, you are always here, in my room, in my bed, in my head.
and even though you are here, i don’t feel your warmth on the bed. but hear your voice in my head.
“i’ll always be here,” you whisper. “i’ll always care about you,” you say. “but we’re just friends now.” you yell. “i can’t keep taking care of you,” you scream.
“this is too much for me.” you whisper. and then you disappear. it used to hurt, but now i’m numb.
and i think to myself, “how could you be so dumb? so naive? to think that anyone stays to deal with these things?” he felt so safe, so secure. he was so kind, and gentle. he could never do something like this to her.
but again, she was wrong. what once was so warm and comforting, became ice cold and fleeting. now she’s curled in a ball, rebuilding what’s left. and he runs along, with a skip in his step.
how could she ever let anyone in? knowing she could end up feeling this again?