I don’t want you to pity me, when I tell you I miss him

I don’t want you to look at me with that twisted

How could you

Like I’ve done something wrong

I know I’ve done something wrong in missing him

I…still miss him though, don’t I?

And yes he did and yes he would and no I don’t actually want him anywhere near me

Don’t you look at me like my twin’s head finally sprung from my body

Know what I’m missing

Know what I wish I still had

Know what is gone from my life

And that I really like spicy food

Don’t judge me for missing him

Know that something I had is gone

Know I don’t even know what it was

Know I don’t want to go back again and again I just

Miss him

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