I think,

I miss you.


A lot.
I want to work things out.
I already know the effort isn't there.
Already been told 98342394 times to let go.


Don't know why I'm still dangling.
Actually, I do.
Because you're the realest in a while.
Only thing that's felt right in so long,
yet so wrong and alarming.


Haven't talked to you in so long.
I don't even know if anything is mutual anymore.
Doesn't matter though,
I still miss you,
no matter how much I don't want to.



jvo