I cried for you
Cried till I couldn't breath
Who would've thought
My eyes capable of crying too?
I'm missing you
And when I see you in my dreams
I do foolish things
Such as tentatively touching your face
And wishing I wasn't asleep
Wishing you wouldn't leave a trace
Every time I forget you
My heart doesn't believe
Driving past your house
Looking for you in crowds
But you're already there,
holding her hands
So I don't really miss you
I miss your memory, a ghost
Forgetting you,
Yet, loving your memory the most.
-I should hate you, but I miss you instead.
YOU ARE READING
High on Nicotine ~poetry~
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