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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