a year today,
we split ways.
'i just need space'
'i need some time alone.'
a year ago today,
we had our last goodbye,
and i wish i would have
know you wouldnt
have tried
to keep in touch
to hold your words
to even be there
it scares me
that maybe you have forgotten
but the idea that haunts me
is that you remember
and just
*dont care.
last year on thanksgiving i broke up with the love of my life, because i didnt want my demons ruining his. a year has passed and we havent spoken in months.
and all in all, i miss him dearly.