They’ve always told me the truth,
But I have mastered lying to myself
Like memorizing the insides of my
Eyes, I refuse to really see you.
They said you may miss me
But only for my toxicity.
They said I can’t always have what I want.
They said it’s time to move on.
But all I know is that I am sad.
No poetic metaphor to describe
the ache I feel.
I know I miss my best friend
And for some reason the wound won’t heal.
They told me the truth.
They said what I already knew.
That I need to let you go.
That I’m either ridiculously stubborn, a ******
Or probably both.
The truth is, I’ve learned to live without you,
And I know I don’t want to.
But I suppose it’s time I do.
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 1:30 AM UTC
They’ve always told me the truth,
But I have mastered lying to myself
Like memorizing the insides of my
Eyes, I refuse to really see you.
They said you may miss me
But only for my toxicity.
They said I can’t always have what I want.
They said it’s time to move on.
But all I know is that I am sad.
No poetic metaphor to describe
the ache I feel.
I know I miss my best friend
And for some reason the wound won’t heal.
They told me the truth.
They said what I already knew.
That I need to let you go.
That I’m either ridiculously stubborn, a ******
Or probably both.
The truth is, I’ve learned to live without you,
And I know I don’t want to.
But I suppose it’s time I do.
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