Who is you
Who is you
I’m not sure if I will be able to pick up the phone anymore
I’m sorry my dear , the more days pass the more my hand gets heavier to reach the phone and I can’t help it but wonder if it’d be other than the painful noise that pierces through my eardrums till they bleed.
You kept denying fact about yourself to let me forget you … In fact it did .. for a short time. but it did made me miss you more than you even think , I know you more than you think you imagine .. I know we both forgot about the matter and we both moved on.. but I’ve always kept it in … after we separated I haven’t been good and never done well .. I stopped talking to people.. I avoided everything and everyone .. I couldn’t even talk normally.. I knew I was miserable but there was something about you bringing the fact that you made friends like me .. it made me .. feel weird.. you thought I didn’t care but I didn’t skipped a day without crying knowing you’re feeling the pain …….I couldn’t help… I wish I could’ve but we both needed the lesson and we cant help it.
You were my everything.. you knew me .. you made me go beyond my limits and be more of a version I didn’t believe I had … k .. why were we so miserable.. I miss you
No one made me honest and comfortable as you .. no one made me feel this way yet… feeling like I’m completely myself with caring or thinking about what I should say … k … you dumbass I don’t want you to feel the same I just want your smile again.
I wish for shared attention ..a stable one .. Platonic.. but guess the world keep on punishing me with the opposite ..someone who just as excited when they hear or see my name never the less or the more just someone who remembers my soul existence when I’m no more to be around..someone who has my affect on them in a positive way who is curious who I am because I keep on forgetting myself
I know she’d be laughing at this , dumbass
