Your whole Facebook is filled with her.
You profile pictures, reels...
I get it. When you're in a mess,
No contact can be good...
Cheers to the ex for the ticket.
Certainly not a ticket to ride...
So here's the thing.. if I want to write,
I don't need permission, it's not your right...
It's always you. You're always there.
My life without you in it...
Thank you for all you gave me,
When we sat and talked last night...
Funny, to see you
Sat there looking real...
One day was every day
That has gone by...
Watching. Wistful. Wasting, is she,
Of moments and any lost opportunity...
A place to go where feeling safe
Is meant to be a given...
With those beautiful eyes,
Staring, waiting to see...
Something has happened deep inside.
An apathy, of sorts...