6 days of walking around, searching for something to prove that this is only a dream. you didn’t say those things to me. you didn’t really say that i was useless, and a waste of your time. you didn’t actually find someone else who could love you better, did you?
it’s been 6 days since you left and your sweatshirt still smells like you. i still wear it to bed, pretend you’re there. but you’ll be back, because this is only a dream. isn’t it?
it’s been 6 days since you left and i’m still watching that door, waiting for you to come home from work; waiting for the soothing sound of your voice and the roughness of your hands on my cheek as you kiss me. i’m not wasting my time, i know, because you’ll be back, won’t you?
now, it’s been 7 days since you left. one whole week, and i’m still lying to myself