lets throw ourselves from a bridge and call it love instead.
im afraid of closure,
so lets just go
quietly.
i’ll read your text and never respond,
never.
8 months from now you'll lay awake in bed
at 3 am
wondering where the **** i went,
and where the **** i am.
8 months from now i’ll wonder how you're doing
and where the **** we could have been
but baby I’m burnt out.
too exhausted to feel this much.
whats my mental sanity worth? i guess we’ll find out.