I still think about you

still–it’s the stupidest word

As I think on this constant miss

I am nothing but still

I’m jittery, restless, questioning

I keep following everyone’s lead

in blind obedience

“Move on, he doesn’t deserve you”

Who knows?

But I don’t move on easily

Because the more I look forward

the more I look back and see

how small we are growing from the distance

And I hate being without you

Acting like I’m fine with never

Hearing your voice

At one point you sat next to me, singing

The hardest thing is still

thinking, ‘without you’ and knowing

how your mind rests


without me

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