im alone again,
and thoughts of you fumble
around in my mind
and i cant seem to get
you out of my head.
its still cold,
youre sweatshirt is still
here, and im still
busy getting
high off the thought of you.
my eyes are red,
my nose is runny,
and my hands are shaking
because i cant stop the
burning tears from
running down my cheeks
and it hurts to know
that even after all this,
im still alone.
confined within these
depressing blue walls,
im stuck running in circles,
chasing after you even though
youre no longer playing this game
anymore.
but its okay.
i'll pretend that you havent left yet,
and i'll pretend that im not obsessed
with this fucking sweatshirt.
i'll pretend that im okay
without you.
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part two of empty sweatshirt but i wasnt sure what to call it.
