I told another lie today, wholeheartedly. I'm proud to say I'm getting pretty good at it, I'll definitely have wrinkles tho from all this smiling. I'm trying this new thing in which i'm using words to fill the vast hole inside me, reading, writing, I even bought a giant dictionary. I have a small collection of dictionaries now. I think it's working I hope it is, I have no one to really talk these things out with but I have a million new words to use whenever someone wants to acknowledge my existence. That last part sounded desperate. Do you know I can't think of the last time you've spoke to me it's been so long now. I still check my phone every morning hoping it's you, but it's not. It's not anyone.
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YOU ARE READING
This whole damn book is about you
PoetryThe art of holding on and letting go (in progress)