Do I Care?

I’m not quite sure if I care anymore.

I know I do, I really do.

But I know that you don’t care anymore.

And it drives me insane trying to figure out why.

It tears at my skin,

And bruises my knees.

It feels like I swallowed a pill dry

When I remember the times we both cared.

You actually put in an effort into talking to me.

I know if I do the same, the conversation would never last.

I’m just spam.

I know that she probably puts in the effort,

And you give it back.

I want answers

And I need closure.

Maybe then I’ll be able to move on.

If I figure out the point it all went wrong.

Because it was all amazing and perfect for a while,

And then I drowned in quicksand.

And I don’t know why.

Reading back at the words that spilled from my heart,

I ask the question again.

“Do I care?”

If I didn’t, it wouldn’t be on my mind.

If I didn’t, I’d be happy for her.

I guess I have my answer.

Author's Note

thoughts?