I think I miss you more than I’ve shown,
I’ve dreamt about you,
And you bleed into my thoughts once in a while.
I’ve seen your face once, and the memory is fading— yet you’re still prominent.
Im grieving the touch of your promises,
And held by the grip of your lies.
I don’t know where you are now, how you’ve been, or who’ve you met, but I hope you carry the memory of me as often as I do yours.
I didn’t love you. I don’t love you.
Or at least that what I tell myself.
I didn’t know you— I really didn’t, yet now as I stare at your vacant contact, I find myself missing our conversations. Missing you.
Sometimes I wish I had said something different.
Would that have changed what you did?
Would we have been talking at this very moment?
Still no matter what I say now, it won’t change the fact that: You Are Gone.
Maybe I should just bury the memory of you away, yet it feels the memory is still too close. Like a corpse too warm to be put away for forever, yet as I lie you in this forsaken coffin I’ll say my goodbyes.
You are worth more than you’ll ever know. I’ll see you again, whether in this life or my next.
Your dreams are more real than you think.
I know you’ll get through it.
Good luck for your upcoming project.
I miss you.
I love you.
Goodbye.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 11:00 PM UTC
I think I miss you more than I’ve shown,
I’ve dreamt about you,
And you bleed into my thoughts once in a while.
I’ve seen your face once, and the memory is fading— yet you’re still prominent.
Im grieving the touch of your promises,
And held by the grip of your lies.
I don’t know where you are now, how you’ve been, or who’ve you met, but I hope you carry the memory of me as often as I do yours.
I didn’t love you. I don’t love you.
Or at least that what I tell myself.
I didn’t know you— I really didn’t, yet now as I stare at your vacant contact, I find myself missing our conversations. Missing you.
Sometimes I wish I had said something different.
Would that have changed what you did?
Would we have been talking at this very moment?
Still no matter what I say now, it won’t change the fact that: You Are Gone.
Maybe I should just bury the memory of you away, yet it feels the memory is still too close. Like a corpse too warm to be put away for forever, yet as I lie you in this forsaken coffin I’ll say my goodbyes.
You are worth more than you’ll ever know. I’ll see you again, whether in this life or my next.
Your dreams are more real than you think.
I know you’ll get through it.
Good luck for your upcoming project.
I miss you.
I love you.
Goodbye.
[GLWMSAIHYRDW]
