i don't miss you anymore.
i don't feel the need to answer your
calls or text you.
i don't want to go see you.
i don't miss the way you held me or how you squeezed my hand twice to say i love you.
i don't miss you.
but i can't bring myself to block your number.
i can't let anyone else play with my hair
or draw patterns on my back.
i can't go to the place we met, the place you work.
if i don't miss you, why can't i let you go?
YOU ARE READING
poetry to make you bleed
Poetryif you've seen these in tiktok, don't worry, i didn't steal these!! my tiktoks are @writemeaway @herewefellinluv and i post these on there and vice versa:))) poems that i've written over the past couple of months, they are everywhere: favorable, so...
