wide awake as your soul remains tired. sitting silently under the moon as your mind continues to scream. you're losing yourself, you're losing sleep but he's losing you. some time soon, the thought of him will no longer keep you up at night.

if sex is everything then why are you so sad and lonely

I hate the moments between
meeting someone and leaving
someone

there’s this brief feeling of trust
before the paranoia that seeps in

once you begin to realize that
they’re just like everyone else
you’ve met before

different person
same bullshit

you can't force someone to realize
that you're what's best for them

my mind whispers
to itself
all those lovers
but none of them
loved you

falling apart doesn't make you weak
a strong heart is capable of breaking