Something about how I still look for your face in everyone else's, or
Something about how I still shout "I miss you" into the void.
Write something
Everyone says,
"Write something,"
But all I can think of is the way you said my name.
So I'll write something about how I am more banned book than girl,
Something about how miles away feels too close now,
Something about never wanting to hold a hand again.
(But I am not, and it is not, and I do.)
This is the best I can do.
Something about how my love crossed an ocean,
And something about how you never wanted it to travel there in the first place.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 5:12 PM UTC
Something about how I still look for your face in everyone else's, or
Something about how I still shout "I miss you" into the void.
Write something
Everyone says,
"Write something,"
But all I can think of is the way you said my name.
So I'll write something about how I am more banned book than girl,
Something about how miles away feels too close now,
Something about never wanting to hold a hand again.
(But I am not, and it is not, and I do.)
This is the best I can do.
Something about how my love crossed an ocean,
And something about how you never wanted it to travel there in the first place.
Missed her today.
