you have become a lot of things ever since you left.
you are the ‘acid reflux’ i tell people when they ask why i’m clutching my chest, eyes closed in obvious pain.
you are the ‘just stuff’ i tell my friends when they ask what i’m thinking, staring into space with a distant look in my eyes.
you are the ‘just a bad dream’ i tell my father when he wakes me up from screaming in my sleep, my pillows soaked in tears.
you are the ‘not today’, ‘i’m fine’, ‘i’ll just sleep in tonight’, and many more.
you have become a lot of things ever since you left, but ‘mine’ was never one of them.