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It’s 3am and i’m whispering Your name.


You are still my muse.

When i don’t know what to write i turn to You.

You are my fountain of youth; You replenish me.

i’ll never forget what being in love with You felt like

not even after i fall in love with someone else

 

like You did.

 

You needed me like i needed You,

Momentarily. Yet, like

everything,

it all came to an

end.

 

And You

drifted

away from

me.

 

i coiled up to where we used to lie on a borrowed bed and wondered,

why?

Why’d i choose to push        You away? Why did i think You’d still be waiting for me after leaving?

Of course, You’d                    leave.

 

i try learning how to exist

without You.

Yet, I still search for You in everyone else.

 

i miss You.

But i’m repeating in my head that i can grow

without You and i will like

who i am in the end of this. Maybe what i did

saved me from relying on someone else

for happiness. Maybe being                                                                                                alone with just                                                           me

and my depression will help me leave the grey behind

 

 

I no longer search for you in everyone else.

I still don’t like my definition of      /mē/

But I will get there as you did.

 

                                                                        Thank You.

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