Alexaa

I can’t keep doing this, I can’t keep telling myself that you don’t matter to me, that I’m over you. Because I miss you, I miss you every single day and I don’t know how much longer I can pretend to be okay.

“You miss him, don’t you?” The girl looked up from her desk as she told an old story about him, startled by the sudden interruption from her friend. “Well… I still talk to him, I don’t miss him.” She shrugged, the stories being placed back onto a bookshelf in her mind. “Yeah, but you seem to miss being able to tell new stories about him every day, and not just repeat old ones from when everything was fine.” The girl sat there in silence, staring blankly at her desk.

I miss you a lot but I don’t want to talk to you I don’t want to here how great things are since you left or how happy you are without me I don’t want to here the things you’ve forgotten. maybe I don’t miss you I miss who I thought you were.

I know you’re scared right now maybe you miss someone maybe your heart hurts a little or a lot or maybe you’re not quite sure of who you are or what you want but that feeling you want back the one where it doesn’t seem like the whole world is against you it’s still here it never really left and one day you will realize that the only person who can find it again is you

But darling, I do not Think you’re in love with Him Maybe You’re in love with the Attention he gives you Maybe You’re in love with What he thinks and what He’d do for you And maybe You’re a little bit too lonely To see the difference

You promised you would come back to me And it’s kind of sad really, Because I waited, And waited, And you’re still not here