i miss you all the time
like we're the same flame
i always know when
i won't see you next year
i knew it would hurt
to love the color yellow
so much i wore it to prom
though you would never see
i sing with your words
always in my head
they echo
you were enough
still you made me
fall in love with you
for you it wasn't hard
everyday i was unworthy
even more so i'll miss you
because i never told you
how i love you
and falling for you was violent.
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𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
