You sit there with no idea that all of my thoughts are of you, all of my movements and words I choose are based off of you. You sit there with no regard for my presence. So I sit here and create a world where we are alright. A world where you care, and don’t hurt me with your sharp words. Is it because you know I’ll never leave? Is that why you stopped giving a fuck? I don’t remember when everything changed, I don’t know if it was something I did. I rack my brain for reasons while I lie next to you at night. Your body used to be my warmth, but now I’m in the cold. I could never stop thinking of you. I could never stop caring. Maybe that’s why you stopped caring about me. Because you know I’ll always be here, and therefore, you won’t have to fight for me to stay.