I keep telling myself that I’m better off without you,
Yet I lie awake at night missing you.
I keep telling myself that I’ll find someone new,
Yet I lie awake at night missing you.
I keep telling myself that your calls would eventually come through,
Yet I lie awake at night missing you.
I wonder how many more times do I have to keep telling myself
Just to convince my denial-ridden self that
I don’t, in fact, miss you.
So, let this be the last time I write about you,
For my words travel the cyberverse,
Yet my voice never seems to reach you.
Jan 4, 2024
Jan 4, 2024 at 11:08 AM UTC
I keep telling myself that I’m better off without you,
Yet I lie awake at night missing you.
I keep telling myself that I’ll find someone new,
Yet I lie awake at night missing you.
I keep telling myself that your calls would eventually come through,
Yet I lie awake at night missing you.
I wonder how many more times do I have to keep telling myself
Just to convince my denial-ridden self that
I don’t, in fact, miss you.
So, let this be the last time I write about you,
For my words travel the cyberverse,
Yet my voice never seems to reach you.
