You’re so cold.
You and the winter are meant for each other.
My presence doesn’t seem to impact you in the slightest.
Do you even care about me at all?
I wonder.
Once I was your world but now that we’ve grown older it seems you’ve found another world to live in.
One I’m not invited to.
I want to appear stoic. It doesn’t affect me at all.
The truth is, it does.
When I’m around I feel like a +1.
To a party I was never invited to.
You are cruel but it seems you are okay with that. As long as you get to continue living in your bubble.
It’s okay.
Life is so beautiful these days. Something like this will not break me.
I won’t carry the pain.
I’ll set out…
To create a world of my own.
Artistic Apathy 