We were together and fell in love. When we broke up it killed me.
I tried casual sex with him just to make up for how much I miss him.
And because it meant I could fool myself into believing he still cared.
It didn’t work and now I’m alone, again.
I’ve tried ignoring him and it’s worse, because I can’t look away forever and when I do glance his way my heart breaks a little bit more.
I can keep a straight face all day but when I get home I cry myself to sleep.
Apparently it’s for the best. Apparently I’ll be better off in the long run. Apparently there’s someone better out there.
But then they used to say the world was flat, and how wrong was that?
