i do not miss you,
i just miss who i was,
with you.

you read out loud,
the words i so wanted to hear,
and i imagined it was me,
for the two minutes you read,
but in reality,
you were trying to get her back,
with my opinion,
and it felt like nothing.

you know it's bad,
when i listen to the voice,
of the unknown,
to calm me down.

will it all be okay as they all say?

everything hurts,
and i'm not sure i can,
feel any of it.

is the future,
as terrifying,
as it appears.