Tragically Yours | ✓
- twenty nine

i hate that i stopped trying to talk to you.

i hate that you never try to talk to me.

i’m still waiting,

i’m always waiting.

waiting for you to talk to me,

for you to kiss me,

for you to miss me.

did you know that i miss you every day?

every hour,

every minute,

every second.

and i know that you don’t miss me,

not like that,

not at all.

and it hurts.