the weeks

you know what actually feels weird?
to be in love.
well i don't know if it's love
but it's falling.
it's like falling into a mushy type of mud
and something dirty but still smells nice
maybe like falling into a bowl of rice, i don't know

because i never felt the thrill
of having somebody ask about the nightmares
for more than two days.
you never asked about me
about her
about anything,

you just never cared.
how come i always gave my all? i wonder

i still have so much more to give