Missing someone isn't simple. Missing someone happens when you look up to see them laughing and they're not there. Missing someone happens when you're laying in bed at night and trying to figure out where it all turned sour. It's the inevitable anxiety of searching for someone and something that doesn't want you to find it. It's staring at pictures of them and crying because you can't fix what's broken.
Missing someone is staring at your phone, trying to get the courage to call them, and failing. It's scrolling through all the late-night texts and wishing they'd send you another. Seeing them around and darting into a different aisle to avoid the conversation that has to happen. Watching their little siblings play their sports, but sitting in the shade away from everyone else, because you don't want to see them, but you promised that they'd come to their little sister's championship.
Missing them is being asked where they are and realizing that you don't know. Watching them move on with another and wishing you could go back to being together. It's a force that pulls at your body, an urge to run to them. But you know better, you know that it's over, that you've drifted apart, like two ships left unanchored in the ocean. Missing someone is knowing that your boat may never collide with theirs again, and having to accept that as your new reality.
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thoughts from a dark hole
Poetryrandom poetry that i think of. poetry is my way of coping with my mind and learning about the world around me through the beauty of words. thank you for reading! TRIGGER WARNING FOR THE FIRST TWO POEMS - sexual and physical abuse, violence, CSA, de...
