Cause I don’t miss you. You saw to that, I hold no feelings of sorrow over my memories of you. My memories are of who I thought you were, not who you really are. I am happy.
Myself, and your happiness.
If only I could move on like you, but of course I wasn’t planning on breaking up with you for weeks like you were to me. You handled things poorly, now I’m left watching as you live happily. I hate couples.
It’s the feeling that’s hard to swallow, your soft skin, you’re oh so shallow. This twisted dialogue’s hard to follow, get a hold of yourself!
A lost moment, lost fight, lost life, I can’t believe it.
Last night, your light, so bright, can’t stand the sight of you with him.
two special years, long since forgotten. memories and habits weren’t hard to break. I’ve gained back my sanity, with all my high standards. I’m avoiding the snakes, you were so fake.
Slouched sore shoulders, sitting in an office chair. Drinking, shaking, stu, stu, stu, stu, stuttering. Slurred words, barely heard, over thinking, outspoken, caffeine spurring constant motion. Over the commotion, one thought stands clear. In all I do, I miss you.
Stomach flipping, world is slipping, falling, crawling, imploring you, don’t go. I’m missing that feeling, of wanting, you brushing the hair away from my face.
Jacob Russell
And even if her plane crashes tonight she’ll find some way to disappoint me,
by not burning in the wreckage, or drowning at the bottom of the sea.
“Jess, I still taste you, thus reserve my right to hate you.”
And all this empty space that you create does nothing for my flawless sense of style.

