Mindfully Missed

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