i knew that i'd miss you, i mean...
i used to stay up till late waiting for your text
so i knew i'd miss you when i decided to go
but this is different; this is not what i imagined.
i miss you, yes, but i don't want you.
i thought that i'd want you,
i thought that i'd long for your texts
and keep asking myself which girl is next
but i'm not longing for your texts
and i don't care which girl is next.
Gosh i really do miss you.
maybe it's the sudden constant reminder of your name.
the sudden constant reminder that you existed.
the sudden constant reminder that i left,
i'm glad i did.
i'm happy now and i hope you are.
it doesn't hurt to miss you, not anymore.
i'm glad i miss you, i'm glad you existed,
i'm glad you showed me the real you
before i lost my true self in you.
i'm just glad for you.
i knew that i'd miss you but it's different now;
i miss you because i want entertainment.
YOU ARE READING
Chapter Closed
PoetryA book that consists of short and long poems, about loving someone, letting go, being angry, happy and the difficulty of accepting when things are over.
