i wish we did, but
we don't.
i miss you
and what's awful
is, i don't want to talk to you
because i know we'll end up
arguing, or you'll misunderstand me
you've forgotten how i am
and apparently i've forgotten you
with this you,
i have to tread softly,
and i'm so tired
i don't think i can
we've retreated into this
"don't call me when you're upset"
routine, and it's turned into
don't call me at all.
i'm sick of trying.
i feel like a piece of me was
stolen...
you're not who you used to be
maybe i shouldn't expect if from you
but i need you
now
and you're someone else...
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