It's funny to me,
that I used to think that you were my everything.
And I,
was your nothing.

But after a few years of
always
protecting,
and trying,
and loving you..

I honestly am exhausted.
I am so tired of always being there for you,
when you are never there for me.

You have seen me so broken,
so miserable,
so lost- and maybe once upon a time,
you would have taken me into your heart,
and let me hide there,
hearing the repetitive thuds;
breathing in the same air,
wrapped up in your warmth.

But one day,
something changed.
And you no longer care for me,
like you said.
You just leave me to fend for myself;
and honestly I am okay with being strong.
But there are days when
I need you.

And I know you need me too.
Because what will you do without me in 8 months when I go?
You will have no one there;
protecting,
and trying,
and loving you.

All of these thoughts are playing through my head;
the street lights are gliding over my windshield too slowly;
the music is up loud,
but I'm not even singing;
and my eyes, well shamefully they cried for you,
the car swerves and I have an epiphany...

You are not my everything.
I am yours.
I am not your nothing.
You are mine.