Absence made his heart grow fonder, but not for me, for her. (This is the part they don't tell you, this is the part you don't want to hear.)
You leave their bed half empty and expect them to be content with the imprint you left on the mattress, but they go find someone else to fill the space because they don't want a person just an actress.
They find someone else to tell them all the things they want to hear because at the end of the day it's just anatomy, a mouth to an ear, all so casually.
It might have been love for you, full of passion and desire, but for him it was just a role to be filled and you were the first one to be hired.
Absence makes the heart from fonder, and then they go and wander.
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No Longer The Moon: A collection of writings from the month of October
No FicciónSome days I write because I have to, and I have had many of those days lately. These a collection of thoughts, writings, and poems that I have thus have and will add to.
