Debbie Downer

Months blur together, and you’re distant, and I can’t hear. It’s moving so fast. I find myself asking, “What did you say?” More and more. Getting lost in a city I’ve lived in for years. Another wrong turn. Another season passes, and months bleed into each other. Sorry, I can’t hear you. Can you say that again? Another wrong turn. Another day, avoiding going home. “What was that?” I lean in closer to hear, but you just get further and further away.

"Whats wrong with that?" I asked

"You know how someone loving something so much can ruin it for you?"

:Like how I kept singing that one Moana song and you never watched the movie?" He laughed

"Like how you never read harry potter because of how much people liked it?" He said.

Or in the mirror.

I think if I sit still long enough neither one will haunt me anymore

When they ask me where ive been I won't mention you.

Thats me

Its always them

I am more than enough

I have more than enough

And this hollowness

This ache in my chest

When you left the longing almost killed me, almost

Or in the mirror.

I think if I sit still long enough, neither one will haunt me anymore

When they ask me where ive been I won't mention you.

When you left the longing almost killed me, almost

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Can you see me?