I miss her.
I always miss her.
The playlist I made about her playing on repeat.
The playlist was playing when I was mixing liquor and pot to attempt to forget her name but instead when I closed my eyes she was there with me.
The playlist playing when I'm sitting in the car writing about her. Will she ever break the silence? Is it better to speak or to die, Allie?
Speaking or dying. I've always spoken the truth when it came to her. I never tried to hide my feelings.
Can't stand the silence. I need to speak with you.
Why is it I'm awake at 2:26am and she won't leave my mind.
She's gone.
She's not fucking coming back go to sleep please.
I need pot or liquor to sleep. It drowns out the noise.
It drowns out every word she's said to me.
Her voice is on a constant loop. Replaying and Replaying in my head.
Go away! I wanna yell.
Please just leave me alone.
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Poetrylove /ləv/ noun 1. an intense feeling of deep affection. lust /ləst/ noun 1. very strong sexual desire. miss·ing /ˈmisiNG/ adjective 1. (of a thing) not able to be found because it is not in its expected place. 2. (of a person) absent from a place...
