Drowning in tissues,
Not from missing you,
But from the weight of love denied—
A hunger for the warmth I deserve,
Only to find your affection arrives,
As an afterthought,
Moments strung like hollow meals,
Each breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Leading to a dessert that stings,
Leaving me aching in its wake.
So here I lie,
Lonesome,
With puffy eyes and a stuffy nose,
Waiting for you to become
Someone I can cherish.
But after countless rotations of the sun,
I’ve learned I can’t turn our world
To match the rhythm of my heart.
Instead, I’ll lie here,
Withering in quiet despair.
It’s a cruel dilemma,
Deciding if your absence
Is reason enough to walk away.
But when love feels like a ghost,
And I’m deemed unworthy,
The thought of leaving twists my insides.
Yet if you choose to leave,
I’m left alone,
Once more drowning my bedside table
In tissues soaked with the remnants
Of a heart’s misguided hope.
