I miss you.
I miss the way
You made me feel.
The things we did.
The conversations we had.
The consistency.
I miss it all.
You don’t.
You couldn’t possibly.
You have someone.
You have
The things we did.
The conversations we had.
The consistency.
You have everything
I miss.
Only with her.
And in a way
I hate you for that.
I hate that you
No longer care.
That we no longer talk.
That I was so easily
Replaced.
I will never recover
From the damage
You caused.
The fear is
Permanently instilled.
You couldn’t love me.
Not even after a year.
So who the hell could?