i’m afraid to write about him
in case he leaves me too.
as i sit here in bed with my curtains closed,
another day completely the same,
a never ending cycle of nothing,
he lays on the other end of the phone.
and i’m too afraid to hang up,
in case he leaves me too.
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 9:17 AM UTC
i’m afraid to write about him
in case he leaves me too.
as i sit here in bed with my curtains closed,
another day completely the same,
a never ending cycle of nothing,
he lays on the other end of the phone.
and i’m too afraid to hang up,
in case he leaves me too.
why do i keep doing this to myself