It has been four months since we last talked. When we died.
I think about you every night. But I think things are about to change.
Secretly I was hoping you think of me aswell.
Today I looked your social media.
Its been awhile since I done that.
You have a girlfriend.
I think something just died inside of me.
I think you put those pictures online because you wanted me to see them.
I did and it brought me back on earth.
You are done with me.
You dont care about me.
You hate me.
You dont think about me.
You have forgotten about me.
You let me….. GO.
—  Kad.

"Does he know
Who you are?
Does he laugh,
Just to know
What he has?

Does he know
Not to talk
About your dad?
Does he know when you’re sad?

You don’t like to be touched,
Let alone kissed
Does he know where your lips begin?

Do you know
Who you are?
Do you laugh,
Just to think
What I lack?

Do you know
Your lip shakes
When you’re mad?
And do you notice when you’re sad?

You don’t like to be touched,
Let alone kissed

Does his love make your head spin?
Does his love make your head spin?
Does his love make your head spin?”

-Keaton Henson

I listened to this song for the first time today,
and it hit me like a ton of bricks.
A ton of bricks
that could’ve easily been
a ton of books,
as if I was walking through a library
saw the title of your favorite
and had a terrible accident.
They’d call it an accident.
I don’t know who he will be,
or who he is;
but I will hate him so damn much,
and love him too all at once.
I will hate that he isn’t me,
but I will love that you are happy.
I think.
I think…

I tell myself not to be so pathetic but i find myself typing “I miss you I miss you I miss you” and I wonder when you’re in bed and there’s a side left cold and empty, I wonder if you wish I was there to fill it.
—  I know you don’t miss me, but sometimes I pretend you do.
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