Empty

Such a small word for an expansive, weighted feeling of a void, that envelopes my current existence.

Wounded

An injury internal. Semi self inflicted. Only sensed and seen by the two.

Preoccupied

My head is full of worry, and why. My heart overwhelmed with want, and wishful heaviness.

What if…

My thoughts were always of us and what needed to be to move us forward. Intentions only to continue to ensure the future picture I saw would work in your frame.

The desperation to be heard and understood.

I only wanted you to know my life and what it looked like and be able to be happy with how the everyday reality flowed. I didn’t want you to fall for an illusioned idea of something and then feel stuck.

I don’t know what to do here.

I never wanted us to feel this way.

I never wanted anyone but you.

I’ve always only wanted you.