Son-of-a-Bitch

I miss you

Despite it all.

Even though you weren't the one.

Even though you weren't that into me. Right? Isn't that what they say? When despite it all, we couldn't make it work?

After all if you were that into me... the stars would have aligned.

I don't think about you every day any more, not twice a day or once an hour. I don't think about how we used to lay together at night. How you always reached out to touch me just to know I was there. How you held my hand when you slept.

I don't think about how I needed to hear your voice the day I drowned. How I needed to tell you every little thought in my head. Your image no longer sends me into sleep as I cuddle the thoughts of you.

The hole in my heart, my aura, my soul. The place that was yours. It's closed, healed, scabbed over. Pink scarred flesh.

I miss you.

Son-of-a-Bitch