...your loves not live it's dead
keeping a close eye on what i want
but all my focus on the one thing i cannot have.
it's hard to say i miss you.
so i don't.
body language is a powerful thing
and my now baggy jeans say it all.
my failed attempts
at ridding myself of this hurt.
my intentional papercuts.
my hollowed eyes.
facial features becoming more vibrant.
pale skin against crimson lips
and the empty blue eyes lined in darkness.
just because i have found someone new,
does not mean i cannot forget the old.
.this letter has written itself inside out again.
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