I kind of miss you, it's not the type of missing you that keeps me bedbound and awake but the kind that makes you run across my brain a few times, maybe more then a few, the kind that played us as a movie in front of me but aloud no one else to see, the kind that kept my thoughts quiet but my emotions a little louder.
For example I could be shopping one day and I might stumble across something that reminds me of you and it causes my eyes to tear up, only for a moment though, but my brain it doesnt overcrowd with your face, nor does it replay your voice but instead it quietly let's you pass through until I move away.
However a glass or two of wine will send me straight to your number and before I know it my nails are tapping onto my screen and the keyboard is clicking back, now I am really not sure what I am typing but I click send anyway.
Your name still has the red heart next to it, though I deleted the conversations because I kept looking through them, I couldn't bring myself to delete your entire existence in my phone because I knew I didnt want to.
I miss you.
YOU ARE READING
Letters In My Head
PoetryI will write letters in my head laced with blood and tears to create a sense of reality to fight my fears in a world that is broken and bruised, i've been misplaced. Some topics covered in my poems might cause distress so please read at your own ri...
