Holding Back

"Me too." His footsteps seemed to get louder with every step of his exit.

"I'm over you," i repeated now staring into the darkness. "but the thing is, i still stay up late to talk to you. i still see the galaxy in your eyes, and blinding lights when you smile. i crave the look you use to give me. i still love the way you smile when you're embarrassed, and God do i miss your kisses straining my skin. i'm over you, but maybe ive somehow learned to lie more than you ever did"