You sit across the table,

Messy hair and charming smile,

Unaware of what you’ve done.

Sobbing on your bedroom floor,

My whole world shattered,

Yet you think everything’s okay.

Texting, hugging, talking.

You say that you have less feelings and

attraction,

But yet we’re still together.

Condescending, not supporting,

Yet I still have feelings.

I’m walking on a tightrope,

Do I fall?

Or do I continue walking to come out stronger?

My mind is a hurricane of you,

Only briefly do I get a break from the storm.