You know what yes I DO miss you I miss our inside jokes I miss laughing so hard I can’t breathe at the back table I miss passing coded notes Getting in trouble together Playing the cup song in health class Laughing at funny quotes on your phone I miss accidentally breaking your whiteout I miss texting every night way too late I miss being able to trust you with any secret I miss how you would never say an unkind word to me I miss how we really truly believed our friendship was forever I miss your dumb owl jewelry I miss you always having to borrow money from me I miss you always trying to convince me to put my hair up in a bun I miss ordering the same Starbucks drink as you I miss calling each other sisters I miss YOU But you died I have already mourned your loss I have grieved for your death I still feel pangs of sorrow on lonely nights for you back when you were alive But at some point After a death You need to move on with your life It is just hard because there is this ***** with a capital B The one who killed you Who walks around ******* up everyone’s life under your name She looks exactly like you and murdered you Then decided to be a f!cking ***** She shattered us She BROKE our sisterly bond of friendship She pushed us away Bit by bit isolating herself from us We still thought it was you at first We didn’t realize this horrible soulless ***** had replaced you Because she looked exactly like you Now I loathe f!cking owl jewelry She sleeps in your bed every night And no one else knows that you were killed by a ***** who took your place I miss the old you I really do And sometimes I hear songs that remind me of You And I cry I’ve cried 6 different times in the last 7 days listening to a song that reminds me of you But this murderous ***** who killed you And goes by your name And shattered me SHE is not the same person as you And I loathe her I feel no love or attachment to that cold-blooded girl I want to electrocute her and light her on fire and skin her alive and cut off her limbs one by one and then her head and display it on a pike for killing you and damaging me and those I love I don’t miss her I miss you You are two different people who just happen to have both occupied the same body at different times And go by the same name You can’t come back from the dead It has been over a year I miss you badly And I hate her horribly But you died a long, long time ago.
Repost if you can relate at all. Sorry for the violent bit, I just love very deeply as well as loathe very deeply and I am way too bloodily-minded... sorry....
The murderer girl in this true story is the same one from my poem "Train Station".