the miserable life of a miserable teenager

When she left, it felt like she threw an asteroid into my mind and restarted it, like the planet with the dinosaurs.

I restarted.

Didn’t leave the house, bed, for months.

It was a slow break, we drifted. I was too afraid to push us back together, since she didn’t seem to want it. You could say it was both our faults.

But I was not ready to wake up and see myself blocked from the one person that mattered to me.

Felt like she took all the oxygen from my lungs, and ran. Looked like a tortured nerd, left laying after an attack.

I didn’t even know her that long, but from the second I saw that sad face, I knew she she was special. She was beautiful.

How could I have known, she’d leave me laying here, gasping for answers that aren’t there?

Of course, I would find another.

Though, who could ever look at me, like you did? Who could ever laugh at my jokes, like you did?

Who could ever make me feel seen, like you did?