So strange the way the days go on without you
I'm filled with questions and empty answers of your whereabouts
You are a hidden history, and I am a forgotten "female"
Though I remember everything you said, it's true.
I used to write these lyrics out in my journal then
Of love songs that I had thought I understood
I questioned how ecstasy felt like heaven but also like hell
I thought I had learned everything, but I didn't learn men.
I missed the part where you said you were sorry
I was busy trying to understand if you meant it
Though I would've accepted it if you were to say hello again
But then, I would melt just the same if you called me darling.
I do not like how you made my bones tremble and my heart weak
I do not care for your absence nor for your face on a computer screen
I miss you, yes it is true, but I am getting along fine, trust me,
If I saw you again, I would struggle to even find words to speak.
I like to write; point blank. This is a little piece of me that I get to share with the rest of the world, and hey, you know, maybe you'll appreciate it, maybe it'll do nothing for you. But my writing exists, and that's enough for me.
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