Love for you is fading like the dying light of the lamp in the living room.
you say so much and act so little.
confused, reduced, unimportant.
“You’re so busy, so caught up.” I think you just don’t want to let me know.
you want to keep me around instead of letting go.
I’m starting to forget how you were before, Why I even opened up and tried to let you in my life. I’m forgetting if love really was worth your cry.
Empty. Like the boxes that fill the trash. Like a dark room without light. Like a radio with no sound.
I wasn’t looking for anything when you confessed you cared.
Maybe I fell in love out of despair… maybe your distance is wrong.
this is wrong.
conflicted over you and you’re not even mine,
conflicted over time.
conflicted over I.