My heart feels in a box.
I don’t know why.
It feels heavy, waiting for you to leave me.
Knowing that you will abandon me eventually.
Feeling like you don’t care truly.
Not as much as me.
It is inevitably so.
I love to a higher degree.
I don’t expect it back to the same level as I give.
But I am used to being alone, I am used to being alone.