Cold

I keep seeing the spaces between your words

My hands get cold when i talk about you

I love you

And I love idea that people have pushed me to want

I am not in love with you because if i was

My hands wouldn't be cold right now

I shattered my phone the other night

People asked me why i told them i just dropped it

I broke a mug on a Sunday morning i told everyone i just tripped

My hands are cold again

I feel obsessed not with the person but their problems

I don't want to solve them

I won't know them so i could think I'm glad that I'm me

That sounded disgusting because I'm not allowed to feel sorry for myself

Even though my sorry means nothing

I don't care anymore

You act like the anxiety i get when you don't respond to me isn't normal

No part of me is normal

My problems don't matter because I'm supposed to be wiser than I'm supposed to have the answers

I don't

You were quiet towards me you blocked me off

had enough of me and I've had enough of you

Someone listen to the problem i have without thinking of how you could relate god i'm getting hypothermia this can't wait

I am not in love with you or the earthquakes you create

To you I'm just the dumb girl who doesn't know how to give you a break

you assume this is about you i texted you too see if you were as screwed up as i am

Or maybe you are and  you just hide it well

Maybe this thing was just meant to break.