I still think about you everyday. I can't seem to get you out of my god damn mind.
Even if I think about all of the mental torture that I put myself through,
I am still undoubtedly drawn to you.
I want to tell you about the funny things that happened to me today.
It's been at least 6 months, and yet it feels like yesterday.
I broke up with you. Shouldn't it be over?
Shouldn't I have healed by now? Moved on to someone real by now?
Your wit, your kiss, your smile and laughter.
Your intelligence, and abs, kindness and grandeur.
Why can all of that seemingly mask the pain that you caused me?
Alcoholism, weed, lies, and self doubt.
Insecurity, silence, reaming me out.
Why do I still think of you, even as I cry.
Why do I miss you? Why, oh why?