I haven't done anything that I like or love in so long it feels like an eternity
I don't know and have forgotten what it even feels like being in love anymore its that bad.
Do you still get butterflies in your stomachs? Does their image keep haunting you? (In a good way) What exactly happens anymore?
So lost, and unloved that I am feeling sorry for myself.
Apologies for writing a poem, not really a poem. Just something I realized was wrong with me when reading "The Fault in Our Stars" by John Green. I just found out and realized that I don't understand what love feels like. Feel sorry for myself..