It's the most confusing thing
I have seen the one I speak of with someone else. I have seen their lips pressed together like magnets.
I did not flinch. I did not crumble. I did not care.
FOR THE LIFE OF ME I DID NOT CARE Confusing, I know.
If my heart isn't sent into a shooting spiral when I see you in that dimly lit bar pressing your body against another woman.. why is the silence so crippling?
Why do i lay here at night three feet under my own body wondering how to dig out these feelings so I can begin to rise again?
I never worried about other girls... other people to play with. It never bothered me if I saw you talking to them.
I have a very firm belief that if you are meant to be mine you will be, and nothing can stop it. But you are not here so why do i still call for you? Why is letting go such a difficult task now?
It's very confusing. You being with someone else doesn't shake me. It's the emptiness in my heart. The longing. I don't understand.