They ask me everyday "how's your boyfriend?"
I know they don't care, not in the slightest
I tell them "I don't know"
I want to tell them though
I want to tell them everything
I want to tell them most days I don't think we are actually dating
Most days I don't think he gives a **** about me
Most days I want to scream "look at me I'm here and I love you"
I want to tell them, but they don't actually care, they are only taunting
I love him, I love him with every fiber of my being
I don't think it's safe anymore
I stopped caring about my safety when I'm with him
He is a drug that I constantly want and yearn for
He clouds my mind and takes my breath away
He is there when I'm awake, asleep, and somewhere in between
He is my drug and to him I am nothing
They ask me everyday "how's your boyfriend?"
Every day I answer honestly with "I don't know"
To them, I am lying
I'm not lying when I say I don't know
We don't talk like that anymore
I love him
Does he love me?
I may never know
Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 8:52 PM UTC
They ask me everyday "how's your boyfriend?"
I know they don't care, not in the slightest
I tell them "I don't know"
I want to tell them though
I want to tell them everything
I want to tell them most days I don't think we are actually dating
Most days I don't think he gives a **** about me
Most days I want to scream "look at me I'm here and I love you"
I want to tell them, but they don't actually care, they are only taunting
I love him, I love him with every fiber of my being
I don't think it's safe anymore
I stopped caring about my safety when I'm with him
He is a drug that I constantly want and yearn for
He clouds my mind and takes my breath away
He is there when I'm awake, asleep, and somewhere in between
He is my drug and to him I am nothing
They ask me everyday "how's your boyfriend?"
Every day I answer honestly with "I don't know"
To them, I am lying
I'm not lying when I say I don't know
We don't talk like that anymore
I love him
Does he love me?
I may never know
These are honest questions I've asked myself every time my dad asks me "how's your boyfriend?" They are honest thoughts and everything is true in it. However little by little I wonder if I still love him like I used to before.
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