Times like these I wish I could go back….
Back to a time before the war started again.
A war between my heart and my mind.
A war of whether or not he loves or even cares about me.
I use to never doubt it until now…
Every day without a word from him feels like a battle won by my mind.
A stab at my heart saying “You meant nothing”
“You were nothing but a warm pair of thighs for the night.”
Before my heart would counteract with him saying he loves me and the way he looks at me.
Now, it’s a losing battle full of nothing but doubt.
“Maybe I really was just a companion for the night”
“Maybe he never really cared.”
Maybe I was never good enough….