a hollow, empty spot in my chest.
that indescribable mood. that buzz you get from a cigarette. the chill of autumn air after the sun has set. silence. overwhelming thoughts that take over your brain. knowing it’s okay to be sad sometimes. why am I sad? isn’t this exactly what I wanted? my dream? yes. there’s something missing though. a hollow, empty spot in my chest that I know belongs to you. sometimes I wonder if you think about me as much as I think about you. do I mean as much to you, as you mean to me? maybe I won’t ever know. actions speak louder than words. it’s hard to believe what you tell me is true after what I know you’ve told me has been lies. lies. lies. lies. don’t I at least deserve the truth?