nevermind + poetry.

not crying on a sunday

i wasn't really happy when we were together

but weirdly i am less happy now that we are apart

i read a letter than i wrote but never gave to you and my eyes sting with fresh tears

but i swallow hard and push the sadness down, keep the pain at bay

the last line read "thank you for making every day the best day of my life"

and i am collapsing in on myself, my body is not strong enough to hold this weight up- it's too much for me

when we were together there was nothing, and for a while i was waiting for something

now there is nothing to wait for. i still love you a little bit. maybe a lot.

there is still nothing-

but it is a different kind of nothing.