Late nightQuite house
My anxiety asks un answerable questions like,
Did I just lose a friend?
How long till all I know is gone?
Is she mad at me?
Are we making a mistake?
Will I look back on this night and think about how foolish I was?
And of course my thoughts do what they always do in my quiet moments, think of him.
Does he know how I feel?
Does he love her?
Should I tell him how I feel?
Should I walk away so I don’t get hurt from the pain of not being the one he chooses?
A house asleep.
My anxiety awake.
Feeding me lies a smarter girl would know aren’t true.