I’ll Pass✌

I miss you.

These words feel like deja vu.

The last time I heard them, they were coming from my lips.

It’s funny the things you use to miss are now the things you live to forget.

The only things I miss now are the banana pudding I had twice last week and my bed. Jaded.

It would be cute if these words were attached to a human being but that’s too much stress. Cynical.

I don’t want to miss people that decide to leave.

Choices were made and words were said.

Unlike food, I can’t swing buy to pick up love on my way home from work.

Unlike my bed, you will never be waiting for me to come home.

I’m not making anymore room for people I will have to miss.

I’m over waitng for you to say I miss you, too.

@dream