9 Evenings Ago
Super vulnerable
Disgustingly awkward
With him
With everybody
But with him there's no cool
It's this little girl
Who always wanted more than she was given
And it's the breath of missing him
That may be why I can keep going
Moving on.
I am.
Cruise controlling.
With no control of the wheel that sets my emotions on fire a fire that can only be put out with the rain of his voice
Cruise control with no hands
It's a slow ride though
Along a long road
Billboards display our memories
But I don't need to see them in the physical
They stuck with me
Engrained
Not disposable
The pain is gone
I don't feel no burns no scars no open wounds
No.
Now all my mind remembers is the love and I want it all to go away so I can be able to move on
Why haven't I met a new yet
A best friend
A n'gga just to laugh with any time we want
Is it because he's still living here
Even though I'm not living in him
He says I'm one sided
I'm not sure he even knows what I am
Who I am
Who am I
Without him.
Will I ever know?
This! This right here. The feels I feel and the questions I ask myself.
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