I miss you. I resent you. I feel nothing for you. I'm angry. I'm distraught. I'm empty. I'm hopeful. I want to lash out at you, I want to hug you. If I passed you on the street, would we be strangers? How does this happen?
I want to feel appreciated. I want to know that you think of me when we're apart. I want to stop dreaming about you, thinking about you. I haven't quite broken yet, but you've tipped me over, and I'm suspended in air, waiting to fall and shatter.
I feel like I'm holding my breath. I want to let it go, but I'm afraid if I do I'll never breathe again.
