The feeling of being lonely even though the other side of the bed is occupied.
I feel her warmth on the other side
but I am still cold
As cold as her heart has become.
All of a sudden my feelings don't matter.
You're incapable of understanding them
or chooses not to understand
My needs doesn't matter anymore
just yours.
This loneliness you make me feel is too familiar
So, just in case you're worried.
Don't be.
I've survived this before
but it's not guaranteed
as a broken heart does not get broken the same way
the chip gets bigger and eventually the heart...
the heart...
shatters...
into a million pieces.
Survival is not guaranteed
but at least I tried.
The feeling of loneliness even though the other side of your bed is occupied
with warmth
but not meant for me.