When I say I still miss you, I feel
like I’m lying,
Because, I still do, but I
don’t want to misguide, my heart
I know we are apart,
I know you are all gone, and you
won’t return.
I feel like I don’t need you, I feel
like I don’t want anyone like you,
But don’t know, every time why
though?
I look for your presence; I look for
your soul.
I look for someone like you, in
someone else’s core.
I know it’s unrealistic, and I know,
I seem like a fool,
But I still look for your presence,
I look for your soul.
Sometimes, I feel like I will go
crazy,
Platonic, something very temporary.
I feel I can do this, I know, I
don't miss you (maybe)
I know, I only miss those moments shared
with you (maybe)
And then, I feel like I’m
lying, because I still do.
When I am lonely, I act like I’m
holding your hands,
When I am alone, l act like I’m
kissing your lips.
When I want to talk, I act like I'm
in a conversation with you,
Keeping my head on your chest,
listening to some soothing tracks in between.
And, when I know I can’t have “us” but
still, I just miss,
And I wish if we were “us” just for
quite a bit, a bit longer.
But then, when I say I still
miss you, I feel like I’m lying...
- 2019.04.22
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