staring at the ceiling wondering a million what-ifs and what-did-i-dos
what if i never brought it up what if you never texted her what if we just talked what did i not do that she did what did i do that wasn't enough not skinny enough? not kind enough? not perfect enough? i've concluded not enough
curling up holding my stomach tight breathing heavy into my pillow so no one knew my anxiety attacks about you
thinking about you and then her really leaves me here to think with my mind unclear left with a smear
nothing to do no one to go to but you
only you are not there not in the same way as before