I can feel it, the disconnect.
The thing I feared most coming true.
The one thing I said I didn't want was to lose you.Whatever this was between us, is slowly fading, gone.
To talk to you now, feels like I'm bugging you, just feels kind of wrong.Perhaps, I did this myself, I am good at pushing people away. Maybe, I convinced myself into a false reality, one where you would stay.
You challenged me in a way no body else had. Helped me come out of my shell and for that, I'll always be thankful and glad.
I'm going to miss in every possible way,
talking to you every single day.I have to separate myself from my feelings.
Shove them deep down,
until my heart's done healing.Be here to help, when you ask, only if you want it.
Secretly wishing for things I won't admit.Hopefully, I can get over whatever
I've grown to feel for you.
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PoetryPoetry.. For the broken, misguided, mistreated, abused & sometimes ...in the mood.