I miss you*

Truth is,
no matter what I tell myself
or what I say
to seem okay
sometimes I just miss you so much
I feel like I can’t breathe.
I wonder how long it’s going to take,
a few more weeks, months…?
How long before I can touch her
without thinking of you?
I can’t lose myself enough
to get away from it.

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