.

Sometimes I wear sunglasses to hide my eyes from other people.

And not to hide the sun from my eyes.

Sometimes I wish that I am pretending when I act weird.

And not pretending to act normal.

Sometimes I think about how much different the world would be without me.

And then I realize just how little it would change.

Sometimes I wonder if you think about me when you're kissing him. 

Like how I think about you when I'm kissing her.

Sometimes I go to bed in the hopes that I'll dream of our time together.

Because I know that if I think of you when I'm awake I'll die just a little bit more.

Sometimes I feel sick.

Because of the lies I've told.

Sometimes I think about you.

All the time.

Sometimes I would do anything for you.

Which includes letting you be happy with him.

Even if it makes me hurt just that much more.