did you even know you lost me?
“how long can we be a sad song?”
There is no way of going around it. I could try and write a thousand pretty words, weave metaphors in cursive to describe my feelings for you and how our story ended. But I can’t. Even for the poet, I don’t have the words in me to spell it out in abstract ways:
I miss you.
I miss you to the bone. To the very core of my being in the space you used to occupy. You used to be there, so bright and lively in all of your controlled chaos. A constant that I could always depend on whenever the colors drained from my world or whenever the noise was too loud. How you swore at one point that I would always have a place in your heart and head, even though on the surface you didn’t show your feelings that much. That was true even a year later and in the months we would joke and talk like old times.
But it was before the tides shifted.
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