"do you miss her?" she asked, almost hesitating my answer.
"no," i reply, my voice shaking on the verge of tears, "i miss who she used to be. i miss the girl that called me beautiful so many times i started to believe it was my name. i miss the 'i miss you' texts even though wed been together all day and the endless facetime calls when we couldnt. i miss the way she looked at me, like i was a creation of the stars given to her as a gift and she'd love me forever. but she looks at me differently now. i am just a single star among many in her sky. i dont miss her at all- shes a cruel, selfish woman only capable of leaving when she promised shed stay. but id be lying if i said i didnt miss who id fallen in love with."
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everything is (not) okay
Poesíaa collection of short poems and stories written by the fingertips of the most heartbroken soul trying to mend itself through words and painfully sad poetry.
