Weak.

 For days I had to pretend that its okay. 

That your absence does not affect me even a little. 

I have to smile when I had to. 

I have to laugh when they do. 

I have to meet people like i normally would. 

I have to talk and hide my emotions away. 

I cannot show you I’m weak without you. 

For weeks I had to keep this to myself. I had to swallow all the questions I’ve been dying to scream out to the world about us.

I cannot show you I’m weak without you.

For a long time, I had to say I’m okay when people ask me how am I doing.

I cannot show you I’m weak without you.

But deep inside, i just want to break down and cry and ask you why. 

What did I do to you that you put me in agony like this?