I miss you and oh god I miss you most at night
But I can't live off your excuses when the feeling of you is fresh in my mind
The way your lips were cracked as I felt them everywhere but on mine
And you still blame me for catching feelings because they no longer benefit you
What good will my emotions do for you if I'm not in your lonely bedroom
We never were serious but our bodies were in tune
Because damn did you know how to play me
And it's been two weeks since I last felt you on my skin
I can almost forget the scent of your cologne that clings to me in your absence
Only to remember that the ghost of your touch is haunting me
Desperation is the only reasoning for my craving that you willingly fed into
And yes I loved you
Platonically because I know not how to romantically
Everything revolving us is collecting dust as we use the past tense to describe a time of confusing complexity
But together things seemed so very simple
Nostalgic nights recounting the way your name tastes bitter in my mouth
I know why you never kissed my lips and I resent your cowardly ways
But I miss you anyways.
A/N: I don't know what this is but it's something I guess. I'm really bitter lmao.
