They ask me what love is, 

all I could think of was you. 

Your beautiful, blue eyes. 

Your constant compliments. 

Your weird but hilarious dad jokes. 

I recall the time you held me close to your chest and whispered the best three words I could’ve heard that day,

“I love you.” 

It meant the world to me.

So when they ask me what love is I say

“You”.

Forever and always...

Last night I had a dream about you. 

The funny thing is

I haven’t thought about you in a very long time. 

I don’t know if I miss you 

Or

if you just stumbled upon my dream. 

The worst part is I didn’t mind that you were in it.

I lay in my bed staring into the dark. 

Why out of all people you were the one in my head? 

The queasy uncertainty 

Lamentable

Intrusive

Nauseating

Grotesque

Excessive

Rough

Effluent

Distasteful in my stomach

I don’t know why you were in my dream, but I’m really glad you were.

Did you treat every girl like this? 

Did you ignore their feelings, forget to make them smile, abuse their love, throw away those little happy moments? 

Am I the only one who’s birthday you forgot, or who’s anniversary you didn’t remember? Did you make them drive you everywhere and make them pay for every meal? Did you make them fold your clean clothes or scrub those dishes from two nights ago? Did you treat them like servants instead of lovers? Did you make them feel like sh*t 

or was I the only one. 

I don't know what happened.

I was doing great last week. I was doing well two days ago. I was fine last night. 

But there I was in the bathroom stall, with tears 

streaming down my face. 

I tried to hide all my sadness with a

fake smile.

I’ve gotten pretty good with that. 

Hiding my emotions.

It used to hurt me 

but my heart is used to it at this point. 

I skip meals. I 

isolate myself. 

I don’t respond back anymore. And to think I was doing so well.

I guess some things never change.