what i miss
it doesn't matter what i say anymore.
does it.
still, i'm going to keep saying.
say till i run out of breath,
i'll still be saying.
i am a million things right now.
i am upset,
i am angry,
i am dejected,
i am broken(again),
i am worried,
i am hoping,
i am not good enough.
i am still missing you,
but i have been for so long
maybe it's time i really stop.
you coaxed me onto your path,
then left me wandering in the dark by myself.
for that,
i am confused,
i am fuming,
i am frustrated,
i am scared,
i am neglected,
i am forlorn,
but still,
what does that matter.
you still won't say a thing.
you're invisible,
you're missing,
you're avoiding,
you're escaping,
you're never coming back.
for that,
i hate you.
i hate that you made me love you,
and then disappearing just like that.
you are such a coward.
but still, i don't know why i care so much.
above all,
i am hating myself.
i loathe myself.