Your touch still burns through my skin
and I can feel it every day and your words still attack the neurons in my brain and send the message of comfort whenever I feel terrible and your ghost still stays in my eyes whenever I turn around thinking I saw you and I notice you aren't there  

it's getting harder and harder to pretend that everything is okay because I don't feel okay and I know we aren't okay even though "we" never actually existed

it's scary to accept that you no longer care