I am no longer content and being by your side does not make me happy. The passion is not there and the conversation is not stimulating. There is no reason to stay. No reasons. There should always be something, but I’m afraid in us I see nothing, I feel nothing. No spark is united when you place your hand on my knee, only a quizzical question that pops into mind pondering what you’re doing. Being with you is not natural, it is something forced and loathed. I cannot break our cycle. I cannot hold on until the agreed upon expiration date. I am dying inside, no longer slowly, but rather in a quick, excruciating death that leaves me in empty tears at night wondering just where I have gone, when the last time my smile was not one forces. I’m alone as we are together, and the bile that build inside of me due to mental anguish is leaving me ill with heartburn, waiting for the day we’re over.
what if i got a boyfriend
i wouldn’t know what to do
what do they eat???
how often do they have to be walked???
And one day you open the windows and let the clouds into the smoggy house that has not smelled fresh air for a whole season and you realize things do get better. If not now, with the changing of the tides, only good can come.
