If only you were still here to see how much better I'm doing.
I know how you're doing, man that sounds kinda creepy but uh, it's not that bad?
Your mom and I still Facebook each other. She posted a couple pictures of you. You were wearing the sweaters I gave back, still covered in my perfume.
HA, if only they weren't. You hated those sweaters. Why do you suddenly love them?
If only you could see that I've moved on. If only you could see that you don't hurt me anymore.
If only you could see that I don't need you.
You never will though, because you're too stubborn to admit you did something wrong.
If only you'd talk to me.
Then you could see how much better I'm doing without your sorry ass.
YOU ARE READING
Am I okay?
PoetryMy certain "you" is a person. They're gone and I'm slowly learning how to deal with it. This book is completely non fiction, as it's every thought straight from my head.
