I would like to wither in peace where it’s easier to breathe.
I cry alone so my emotions are unknown, I cast a spell on myself with the belief that I’m fine and that’s all people need to see.
I cast a spell on thyself because if they can’t see how I cry then maybe my smile isn’t a halfhearted thing I need to believe.
I miss him
He doesn’t miss me
I miss us
He doesn’t see what I could see
I miss our moments
He doesn’t pay much to them
I’m learning from my mistakes
He’s continuing life
I miss him I say so evidently true
I miss him I say and all I can hear, see, and breathe is the words
He doesn’t miss you