My friends ask how I’m doing, I tell them I don’t know.
Every question I receive I say I don’t know because I honestly don’t.
I don’t know what it is like to not think about you.
To not worry about you.
To not talk to you.
To not be without you.
You left me again but this time I saw it, I saw you slowly leave me.
So I allowed you to because all I ever cared about was your happiness.
I left you because you already left me, so please learn how it is to be without me loving you.