you don't miss him
you don't need him
you don't need him
you don't miss him
but you miss every single thing you did with him
you just miss the routine you have spent
from sharing playlist
to interest
speak about the future like you know what it holds,
embrace all the insecurities
even promise to be in each other picture
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It sad to watch how impulsive I act
you turn it effortlessly
so I just shove, throw everything, and become forgetful
suddenly all the conversations, jokes, memories never exist in the first place
you turned to despise
it's written on your face
you don't want this
you never thought about it
but the process becomes harder
eventually, he chooses
to set me free
you called it resentment
but all I saw is a chapter
a phase
these empathies
you can't write
but you can skip
you can't shut what you feel
but you can always spit
trainwrecked
edited, 20/7
,u12
