i'm thinking about you again and my chest feels hollow.
i keep making jokes to try and make myself feel better, but i'm making it worse.
i want to text you and tell you that i miss you but i can't find the will power.
i wonder what you're doing right now and if you miss me as much as i miss you.

it's sunday night and i'm latched onto my body pillow, crying in the dark, pretending it's you that i'm lying my head on instead of a cloth full of cotton.
i think of how i'll dress really cute tomorrow in hopes that it will make you look at me and think "wow, i can't believe i let her go."
but you won't look at me.
it won't make you think anything.
you won't care.
and i need to let go.
but i can't.
not with this sliver of hope.