Head empty, need space.
not from you, from myself.
Every time I smile, I feel fake.
Forced to be happy for you, to look okay.
Like everything is how it’s supposed to be.
And we’re wherever we’re supposed to be.
But, we’re not.
I’m here, and you’re there.
And the space between us,
even if we’re right next to each other,
feels like we’re in two different universes.
How did our galaxies drift apart ?
Or, is it just me ?