I'm fighting with my brain at the moment
I'm stuck between hating and missing you
I don't hate you in the way you think I might
At least, not anymore
But I also don't miss you the same way
I hate how I can never come to you with my feelings
But I miss when you would come to me with yours
I know this isn't as healthy as it should be
But I still can't put my finger on what's keeping me from leaving or completely forgetting you
Even though I don't want to
But I know if i go back it will still feel the same as it does right now
Just not for you
I miss our late ass talks and stupid jokes
I miss your dumbass laugh and how we could talk about the dumbest things
But I hate how I was imagining all of that
So when somebody asks me "do you miss them" or "do you still love them"
My answer right now would be
Yes and No
YOU ARE READING
It's Just You </3
PoesíaJust some poems I wrote about someone i fell in and out of love with