Scared that this feeling of being alone will linger longer than needed,
I am not awaiting a return, or a happy ending, no. I am hiding my hopes in my closet, and living my life without a purpose.
Without you I am me,
I have compared and pushed away, left without reasoning, and kissed without telling.
I have experienced and learned, I have grown out of the skin you left me with.
Big things are coming and although I wish you could see them taking place from a birds eye view, I know you are doing just fine without knowing anything of me, as am I of you.