sad faces and sick bodies.

it took me a while
to realize
 
I can miss
you.
 
and want to stay
miles away.
 
It took me years,
actually.
 
to see how abusive
and unhealthy
 
any type of
relationship
 
with you
was or is.
 
maybe it was
that we spoke daily
 
or that I almost died
on you.
 
I am not sure,
but it consumes me.
 
the need to tell
you about my day.
 
I forgot you
would actually read this.
 
because you
are that type of person.
 
I don’t hate you for it.
but I feel,
 
now
that I can’t escape you.
 
even if we don’t talk
directly.
 
I know
you are here.
  
I guess
that is comforting.
 
in this world
that's never fucking
 
constant.
maybe,
 
I miss you
as well.

This poem is about: 
Me

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