heartbreak in another sense
I've moved on
in the most traditional sense.
I have a new girlfriend,
and I really do love her.
I haven't spoken to you in almost two years.
I see you in rare glimpses of faces in crowds,
and I can feel your presence
in the love songs
from the playlists
I used to send you
(and have since deleted).
We were never even together.
I never told you I loved you
even though I did.
and I'm glad
I never got to kiss you on New Years Eve.
I don't think of you,
or at least I try not to.
So why does it still keep me up at night
to think
that you don't think of me either.
I know you've moved on
in the traditional sense.
And you've got a new girlfriend
and you tell her you love her.
And I know it twisted,
and it racks me with guilt,
but I hope you think of me.
I hope it keeps you up at night.
And I hope it hurts.
And I hope you're racked with guilt.
And I hope
you hope
the same for me.