How to stop missing someone:
I haven't figured it out, and I never will.
They say in time that these wretched
wounds will heal.
My body is heavy, moving to a tune I don't know. My legs become jelly - my heart descends into my belly.
Do I miss you or do I miss love?
Neither one thinks I'm enough.
I'll delete old pictures and try to let my soul forget. I'll cut the sound of your voice in my head - playing on repeat. The ultimate sounds of our untimely defeat.
I'll quit asking you about your day, and I'll go on pretending that everything is okay.
