I miss you… still
I hate every lingering habit
I picked up from you
every shoulder shrug
every empty hug
every empty rumble from not eating from anxiety before arriving at yours… I miss you…. Still… I miss that I can’t fucking text
and if I do ill become a crazy ex
I hate that I can’t just turn up and say
because you’ll push me away.
I hate that your probably at the other side of the world by now.
and im frozen in the palm of your hands.
I picture myself in my coat with the fluffy hood
looking up to you as snow falls
the part where I feel in love
I still miss…. this
this feeling where I’m so fucking high
and I can’t take you off my mind
the days of hours sat wondering
what the hell we are doing and if your going to end up coming… over
stumbling… words like broken stairs that lead to nowhere
and im scared, that I miss you…. Still.