The worst thoughts come at 2 am.
And I sit here, wondering.
If you never stopped loving me.
How did you get so busy that you forgot your profile picture was of us?
Did you even think of us afterwards?
After you texted me?
After you ended it?
Did you sit there, numb,
Never even realizing you were crying
Until you heard the gasping sobs coming from your own body?
And I still haven’t forgotten that feeling.
You are so much in love with me.
I am nothing to you,
The moment we’re over.
And the moment something turns sour,
Suddenly everything’s over.
Will it be any different?
Do I have any chance.
To even live a life with you.
Or do you even want that.
Or am I just dreaming?