'think'

Seconds,
Minuets,
Hours,
Days,
Weeks,
Months,
Years.
All spent on you.
Me,
Laughing with you,
Making memories with you,
Loving you.
But it only took seconds for you to forget.
Moments for you to move on.
Saying,
‘sometimes I THINK I miss you’
You think?
I’m so happy you do.
Because I spend nights wide awake wishing I was still with you.
That I wouldn’t have to feel this pain carving out my insides.
This thing that is taking my life
Breath by breath.
Devouring me whole.
But no, I’m glad that you moved on.
What a relief it would be not feel like this.

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alexisbryant

I can relate and Iike it 

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