something is wrong;

the moons out tonight, full and as bright as the lit end of my cigarette. i look at it and think of you. the moon, that is. and over and over i repeat, "is he seeing this, too?" I take another drag, and ponder on my thoughts. i puff out the smoke and watch it float off into the night. something about the way i think of you, the way i tear up, and my heart drops. it worries me, the way i overanalyze the situation. when all you can think is "why'd he leave me," you know something's wrong. but im moving on. at least thats what ill say. everyday tell them im over you. everyday ill smile and pretend its true. everyday i'll cry myself to sleep, and try not to let anyone catch me with tears down my face. but when all you can think is "why'd he leave me," you know somethings wrong.