Thoughts of You

I keep writing about you. My words sound so beautiful. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because they’re about you. You’re beautiful. But what you don’t know is that all I feel is frustration because what I write never comes close to what I feel. If actions could be translated to words I would write me standing in the shower while the scolding water runs down my skin as I think of the exact moment I lost you. Then I would write me shutting off the water in total defeat because I realize I never even had you. I would write my eyes red and burning as I stare at a blank wall at 2 in the morning. It was only fun being up that late when you were around


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