I try to deny it everyday.
I tell my friends,
family and myself that im over you.
But that’s not true.
See i have a feeling that a relationship, especially a first, is like a scar.
Not a bad one, i wouldn’t call it that.
No,
for me it feels like a scar that you got while riding your bike and having the time of your life. Or one that you look back on and reminisce on what happened before it.
The good things.
As you might know i have a scar of us.
Not just metaphorically but present on my left knee.
Every time i look at it, the line and the two weird points, i think about everything.
Us on that trip,
my fall,
the way you came to rescue me and told me it would heal.
The way you carried me up the stairs and visited me while i was bare.
My soul aching and heart breaking, because i couldn’t see anyone and nobody would visit me, but you.
So i miss you every time i look at my knee,
bend them and put on my jeans.
Because i still miss you.
So **** much and i try to deny it but it kills me to know, if you stay up.
Late at night, like you used to.
Or not.
Maybe you’ve changed and have a good sleep schedule now,
something we used to joke about,
how we are both so messed up.
As i lie awake late at night,
because i can’t sleep,
i never could.
Except when you held me tight.
I reminisce and realise that 5 months doesn’t mean ****
I still miss you. Everyday. So **** much. And i don’t know how to stop.
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 5:38 PM UTC
I try to deny it everyday.
I tell my friends,
family and myself that im over you.
But that’s not true.
See i have a feeling that a relationship, especially a first, is like a scar.
Not a bad one, i wouldn’t call it that.
No,
for me it feels like a scar that you got while riding your bike and having the time of your life. Or one that you look back on and reminisce on what happened before it.
The good things.
As you might know i have a scar of us.
Not just metaphorically but present on my left knee.
Every time i look at it, the line and the two weird points, i think about everything.
Us on that trip,
my fall,
the way you came to rescue me and told me it would heal.
The way you carried me up the stairs and visited me while i was bare.
My soul aching and heart breaking, because i couldn’t see anyone and nobody would visit me, but you.
So i miss you every time i look at my knee,
bend them and put on my jeans.
Because i still miss you.
So **** much and i try to deny it but it kills me to know, if you stay up.
Late at night, like you used to.
Or not.
Maybe you’ve changed and have a good sleep schedule now,
something we used to joke about,
how we are both so messed up.
As i lie awake late at night,
because i can’t sleep,
i never could.
Except when you held me tight.
I reminisce and realise that 5 months doesn’t mean ****
I still miss you. Everyday. So **** much. And i don’t know how to stop.