you're so worried about fixing everything else, about doing what is best to be a good person that you ignore her.

you take her for granted.

and she can't look into your mind, so she doesnt see how you're only really facing everything now, for the first time, for the first real time you're trying to solve and pass everything, she doesn't see how you're doing this because of her.

because she's giving you the strength.

because she's giving you the courage.

and because she's given you the self esteem to believe that maybe, just maybe, you really didnt deserve all of this.

but you're so focused on everyone else, everyone who's hurt you or screwed you over, that you miss her.

you miss her sitting there, holding your hand, kissing you, you miss her watching you with those eyes of her.

you miss her hurting.

you miss her wishing that she would just look at her.

that you would just fucking open your eyes and see her. and see just her.

not everyone else.

just her.

and by the time you finally do this, it's too late.

she's too far gone, too far away.

and you're empty.