Blue Eyes and Other Sources of Drowning

You Made Me Sad

How do I tell you that you make me sad?
Do I even tell you?
Because if it doesn't make you feel a certain way, if it doesn't affect you then what's the point?
Because if it did affect you, you would've never done it in the first place.
You weren't there when I cried myself to sleep for nights or felt like my heart was going to beat itself to shreds through my long day of classes.
Now, here you are calling me lovely things and acting like you're in love with me like that week didn't change everything.
We stopped texting good morning and goodnight. We stopped spending the hour before bed smiling over FaceTime. I only sent you pictures of my blank face and no longer told you about my day.
Did you not feel the change? The weight of your actions taking what was left of us away?