Drowning in my tears every night since you've been gone, we haven't talked for months, 6 months to be exact. I have no idea if you're still thinking about me or if you're with someone else I can't help think that you've moved on so quickly. It's 4am I'm flipping through my playlist the one you and I put together to listen to when we're just chilling beside each other, I really miss you, I miss the way you used to look at me, the way I used to laugh at all of your jokes even if they weren't funny, I miss your beautiful smile and most importantly I miss our late night conversations. I miss the way you used to play with my hair, the way you used to stroke your fingers up and down my back, I miss us but I'm sure you're with someone else and I'm sure that you love her so much more that you loved me, I'm sure you're happy while I'm sad and lonely thinking about you, when you're probably not even thinking about me but I can only assume such things because you never check up on me, I don't know what happened that was so crucial that you'll leave me hanging. I guess that's just your way of showing me that I'm not good enough for you.
