A world of loneliness.

I can’t tell my emotions apart.

I can’t figure out if I’m over him,

Or if I love him with all my heart.

I spend hours a day agonizing over it,

Wondering if I do.

Or of I just have left over feelings,

From when we were together.

I dream of us together,

Holding hands, laughing, smiling.

And then I wake up.

I wake up back into a world of loneliness.

Where we’re just friends,

Because you wanted to be.

Because you weren’t enjoying it.

But I was.

But I agreed with you.

Just to make you happy.

What else could I do?