the hardest part
about missing you
is knowing
I shouldn't.
yet here I am,
up all night
aching and thinking of you
and you're sound asleep.
and at night
when you lay down to sleep
you don't wish
you were lying right next to me.
(nighttime is the loneliest, you know.)
but I think the hardest part
about missing you
is not dreaming of you,
or thinking of you,
or wishing you were here.
the hardest part
is knowing you made your choices
and I wasn't one of them.
YOU ARE READING
11:11
Short Story" at exactly 11:11, she never felt more disappointed. looking down, she never realized until now, how much she wanted to let go. how much she wanted to know. " -perspective | all rights reserved
