I tried to stop thinking of you yesterday. I really did. I tried to get high and forget about you. I tried to drink and forget about you.

But to no one’s surprise… I couldn’t. I couldn’t help but try and talk to you during the day. To see how the 4th was treating you. But you drove it home again.

The feeling that you just entertain me now a days. That we don’t talk like we used to. That we don’t share our worlds with each other like we used to.

You can call me crazy all you want, but I’ve got this thing called anxiety. And it makes me think and think and think. I notice when things change. And you darlin… you’ve changed with me. And I can’t bring it up with you. Because the last time I did it got turned on me that I’m the bad guy. That I’m the reason for it.

So I sit here. Trying to forget. But you just won’t leave. You’re burrowed so deep into my brain, that I check to see if your name is on my phone every morning. I make sure to tell you good morning first. And good night last.

But you don’t want that… you don’t want.. me.