sick days.

it's not

what you said

it's what you

didn't

now i sit here

alone

in silent

darkness

but i hear things

this constant conversation

with myself

i'm talking to you

and you know

exactly

what i'm saying

but you never answer

through all the pain

and all of the

sick days

together

that should have made us

stronger

instead

made us

weak

i was lucky

to be with you

because

i loved you

because

i love you

and so

the dialog

never ends

sometimes

i truly feel

like you can hear me

and sometimes

i know

you're thinking

about me

but still

you don't reply

i try

to convince myself

that your hatred

is just your fear

keeping you from me

i can't believe

that it's over

forever

i won't

if you stretch out

your arms

if you smile

if you reach out to me

i will be there

and if you ask me

i will never

let go

...