Do you know how hard it is
for me to keep looking for you,
wanting to talk to you,
but I can’t because it’s over?
I’m forced to accept this,
even when I see you every time I close my eyes.
Some part of you still sticks with me,
and it fucking hurts.
I wish I could hold you again,
make it real instead of just fantasy.
I wish I had the courage to shout and have you love me back,
to look into your eyes and call you mine.
We’d laugh until dawn,
fingers locked tight,
promising to never let go of each other.
But it feels so far away,
even when you’re just ten feet apart.
I want to talk to you,
I really do,
but I know you wouldn’t care at all.
So here I am,
crying,
completely fucking exhausted,
trying to drown myself in anything,
just to stop thinking about you,
even though I still care so much.
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