When the room, full of people who care, is empty.

[alamentablemess]

I wrote all of this a couple of weeks ago and was sure it would just be something else thrown into "the box". But I realize now that I kind of like it.

Can’t we just pretend
The world isn’t bigger than us?
It’s just you
It’s just me
Nothing to interfere.
Forget you have a past
I’ve forgotten mine.
Life without you
Wasn’t life at all…

After writing this next part, which I edited & added to today, I wrote "It's nice to write hypothetically instead of writing out of emotion and feeling. I'm now writing out of thought and situation. I love being free of negativity." But further down on the page I wrote the question, "why does writing make me feel like I'm screwing up?" And a little further down, the answer... "Because, in the past, you always wrote. And it always ended. And you don't want this to end."

I’ll forget
To be emotional
You’ll forget
Not to care
And we’ll be happy
Again.
Like we were
Months ago.
Before we knew each other
Before it was love
When we were “in love”.

But things change
It’ll never be the same.
We’ll never be who we were
It’s different now.
Sometimes I wish
It was that way again
But I love knowing you…
I love loving you.

I wish you were as rare as I thought
But you’re just another disappointment.
It just took a little longer
For me to realize who you are.
You are everyone else
You are exactly who I feared you’d be,
Someone who left me behind.
You may not have meant to
But you did.
And it’s over.