I text her
I text all of them like if I'm taking to you.
You live on in the way I text.
In the way I speak
My mannerisms
My quirks and foibles.
I see you in all of them.
I cant take them anywhere becuase the stupidest part of me is waiting for you.
They get 3rd best becuase I was waiting for you to go to the best places.
My favorite places.
The places I'd see your face light up.
I text them as if I'm waiting for a response like yours.
"You're going to change the way I talk."
That fucken hurts to hear.
All my responses and jokes are things we'd talk about. Inside jokes and little references.
This just fucken sucks.
I guess I realized that I don't like them.
I don't like her.
She really likes me but I don't like her.
I'm stuck.
