i miss you when i wake up, i miss you when im washing my hair, i miss you while i make breakfast, i miss you on the drive to work, i miss you while my boss drones on and on, i miss you while the birds chirp at lunch, i miss you when i get home, i miss you when i shower, i miss you when im in bed because you’re supposed to be there. but you’re not anymore.
may is here and i swear yesterday was only january 7th.
even though we are not in love anymore, your mere presence puts me at ease. your body being in my vicinity calms my restless mind.
i’ll run away from you my whole life if i have to.
it feels like i’ve lived three and a half lives since yesterday.
is my smudged mascara, black mini skirt, bruised knees, red eyes, hungover state aesthetic enough for you?