Feelings Fade.

Him.

He's not you.
He doesn't talk like you.
Walk like you.
Feel like you.
Look like you.
I miss you. 

Yes. The sex was good at first, because I was drunk. Yes. His smile made me feel warm at first, when it was a blur. His voice was muffled, so it sounded better. Only so soon it all felt different.

The sex was painful, and he loved it. You made it feel amazing, you knew all the right spots. You knew what I liked, and I know what you liked. Not saying his sex is bad, it's not you.

His smile wasn't as bright as yours. When he laughed it reminded me of you. When he smirked, I missed yours. When he laughed he covered his mouth. when you laughed you had the best smile and your eyes would squint. He's not you.

His voice always became muffled. When I took my pills, the doctor says they're helping. Yet I feel like I'm getting worse, I feel like I'm going mad.

Gosh, I just want you.