Do You Miss Me?
Do you miss me? Do you ever think of me anymore? Do you think of me the way I of you? Do you cry in the shower because that's the only place you can really let go? Was it all a dream? A nightmare? A lie? As much as I've tried to push the thought out, I still believe it was real. Oh, who am I kidding? It was only real for me. How else would you have moved on so quickly? And not just moved on, but went from this to that. Yes, our situation was complicated. Much more complicated than some melodramatic soap, but if nothing else, my feelings were real. They still are. No matter how much I try to bury them, I still miss you "every minute of every day.". I miss you the way you used to tell me you miss me. I miss our endless conversation about everything and nothing, our sarcastic humor, your hands around me, our kisses and the sparks we shared in bed. It was but a game to you - the thrill, the chase and when you had me you didn't know what to do with me, so you did what any coward would do, you gave up and moved on.
He wanted the same things I do, but he was afraid of following his heart because of what his ex-wife did to him. He left me, and moved on, quicker than I expect. I feel for you. Man is a cunt. They are weak to handle the one they truely love.
God, this sounds like I could have written it. It's so hard. I hate thinking about him every minute of the day, and knowing he's moving on with someone else.
wow. I wondered if I did write it and you found it crinkled up and thrown away maybe having blown out of the dumpster and floated to the edge of the highway somewhere where you happened to have blown a tire and stopped right there to find my words and understand my pain. I guess I am NOT alone.
And yet, YOU could be her. YOU could be her that ran away from me...thinking I pushed you. Like "I" wanted YOU gone - but I did not. I never wanted you to leave. you just did. and moved. on. and left me in pain. sadly, pathetically missing you. and I do. still. miss. you.