I’m numb—
become phlegmatic—
I’m insignificant,
Meaningless,
Your flavor of the week;
My paltry existence
Comatose to your apathetic feelings.
You don’t miss me.
I’m empty.
My animosity won’t diminish,
Yet, neither will my infatuation.
I’m torn.
Something is missing.
I never get the happy ending;
There’s no such thing as a fairy tale.
I just need someone to convince me
I’m misguided,
mistaken
with distorted dreams and
reckless realities.
It just can’t be you.
According to Megan 