i don’t know how to say this but, i love you. and i know you don’t love me so why does my love keep building up and spilling out of me like an overfilled cup of water. the butterflies in my stomach are alive and dancing around at the mere thought of what we had. i don’t know. i don’t know how i could love you when you just abandoned me. you dropped me like i was the last petal of the dandelion you were picking apart. you turned me into an emotional mess who’s only way of coping is listening to taylor swift and sobbing in my bedroom while i scroll through dm’s and dating apps trying to find someone else but despite my attempts to get over you, your sweet nothings remain in my eardrums as if they built a home and live there. your words are stuck in my head like they are tattoo’d on my mind. i love you but it has been five weeks since we last spoke. you don’t care but i care about you so much. why? why am i being this cruel to myself? i guess i find comfort in the distress.