You treat my existence as if it were nothing at all.
you don’t love me like you say.
I’m left alone with my thoughts and insecurities that have gone unnoticed since we met and you haven’t been curious once.
when you let go of someone, it’s the memories that never fade.. the fact we make none causes me think you just making another adjustment to make it easier when you finally walk out of my life.
I search for you when you’re physically here. I search for my friend. My partner. My safe place. He’s long gone. I’m left with the nonchalant distant ghost of who you were. guess every coin does have two sides.
When did making me smile feel pointless? Or making me feel good? When did I become irrelevant to you?