A beginning to an ending

It’s killing me inside to not know where we stand. If we are still friends or just strangers. Strangers that once laid in the same bed. Stranger that once shared a similar interest. Stranger that once locked lips. And If that wasn’t enough. Every-time I feel you’re presence it’s like a bus just hitting me and I’m stand waiting for another to go right through me . I fell for the person that I taught you were . But you showed me that isn’t you . So now I tell my self to be strong because soon this feeling will be over . Soon I will not feel so empty . Soon I will wake up and not think of who you were to me . Soon I will choice ME.