Again
Even though every week I look forward to seeing his face he ends up leaving and I end up feeling all alone and miserable again. I count the days every weel until I see him again. I don’t know why I do because I’m the one that ends up hurt. He says that he hurts too, and I see it in his face sometimes. When he looks at me I see everything that he tells me when we’re alone.
Why do I keep living in a fantasy when I know that we’ll never be able to be together. My un-healthy relationships only destroy me in the long run. M heart is the one that is left torn and tattered. I’ll just have to wipe off the blood and tears, cover the scars and care to the open sores. I’ll pull myself together and act as if everything is perfect. I’ll lie to myself and everyone else around me to protect myself. I’ll put on my smile and tell my jokes while deep inside I’m empty. I’ll act like I’m not happy to see him, and try not to count the days. I’ll try to move past this, but until then I’ll pretend I have.
