Since you’ve gone I’ve been lost without a trace. I dream at night I can only see your face. I look around and it’s you I can’t replace, I feel so cold and I long for you’re embrace.
Dear Andrew,
Hey, I’m not sure why I’m up writing this when you’ll never read it. But, I am. I’ll play pretend. Honestly though, you’re great, very sweet, kind, and I care about you tons.
I need you to listen to me, and give insight, at least pretend you care about what I’m talking about. Talk to me about something other than the ordinary.Ordinary things seem like a broken record. And I’m starting to hate the part of the song that repeats on and on.
I can’t be left hanging all the time. Communicate before I throw your phone in a damn lake. Let me know what’s happening. Let me in.
You see that’s what I’d say if I new everything would change…but it won’t. You leave me longing for more. And I don’t mean more of you. Now don’t get me wrong I’m not going anywhere but neither are these feelings. There is a hole that is not being filled… And I believe it won’t be filled by you. So I’ll stick around, I’ll be here for you, but knowing very well, nothing will ever change and your not it, I’m sorry.
Love,
The girl with the void.
Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways.
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| — | Sigmund Freud (via wordsthat-speak) |
