if a train is going 95 on the
tracks and has to slow down
to 65 on the turns how long
would it take for the train to
push the thoughts of you
out of my head

i can't control
my emotions but
**** it they
******* control me

i hate this feeling
like i'm never good
enough or kind enough
or assertive enough or
positive enough or
smart enough or
creative enough or
just enough in general
i feel disposable and
replaceable and
the worst is when i
realize these aren't just
thoughts they're
reality

i miss movie nights in
your apartment i miss
being the one for you
i miss sleepovers and
waking up to your cat
i miss feeling like we're
the last two you built
me up and made me
love i wish i was still
the one

missing you is like watching
the tide draw back and waiting
for it to return to nip at my
ankles but never again feeling the
relaxing touch of the water