D,

You're a ghost of the past times, everywhere I look I see you walking around this room, calling me

Pretty in sweats.

One of the only times you even called

Me that.

I wonder why you didn't love me,

What was wrong with me, if you're thinking about me like I'm thinking about you, like it even matters. 

I just know that I miss you,

How stupid of me.

The way I felt uncomfortable with you looking at me naked, I should have known, for me, that we wouldn't work.

But I still wonder, if you ever loved me, how I could love you without you loving me.

I just don't want to think about you anymore, but this place brings it back, and I think of how you didn't really care about me, even when I gave myself to you,

And I think about how you're okay about all this,

But I'm not.