I still think of you as mine.  Not in a romantic way.  A resentful way I don't even realize until I give up.  I stare up at the wall.  I'll probably drink tomorrow.

What else?  I always assumed you would just keep loving me
and I'd come back when I was ready.
I get mad at you sometimes when I consider that you don't
and you're not waiting for me, lol sort of