I could feel that he wasn’t as in to me as I was in to him. I sat awkwardly on my twin bed against the window as he stood, vacant, at its side. Conversation had been dull and vague throughout the night and I spent it wondering what was on his mind, even though I already knew. I thought that a boy who charmed me the way he had in the beginning would be the one. I guess I was wrong, and now I’m stuck in this limbo until he voices his feelings, or ghosts me, which I could see him doing after today.
The trees talk to me about the wind
The world is silent but it shouldn’t be
I’m in a triangle that should be a line like ones you used to snort up your nose every night
It would have been better if you had lied, if you didn’t feel genuine feelings inside.