she doesn't talk to me as much,
but i suppose that's okay,
because we love each other, right?
even if it makes me anxious.
even if i start to question myself.
she has bigger things to worry about
than a boy who can't get his shit together
and be an adult.
i look at her with love in my eyes,
and i wonder if she still feels the same.
she was in my dream last night,
but i don't remember what it was about.
i just remember we were happy together,
and i miss that feeling.
she cheated on me,
and that's not okay.
YOU ARE READING
objects in space
Poetrylowercase intended a collection of poems about mental illness and my life
