It's been three years and somehow I can't forget about you. The other night I was laying in bed and I yearned for your arms around me. And then today, I called you; somehow my fingers remembered those numbers it had no longer needed to know. You didn't pick up; you sent me to voicemail like whatever I had to say was not important enough for you to hear. I hung up; I kicked myself for being so stupid. You see, three years without you and I am alive; alive in some unnatural state. I am alive but I am not myself. I look in the mirror, I've gained a few pounds here and there; I still have those hips you use to love, the hips that you said would help bear your children. I still have those lips you use to adore, the lips you'd be sure to kiss every morning and every night; the lips that used to say, "I love you, the most." Three years and I finally realize that I'm stupid. It's three years and here I am still dwelling on what was. Three years and I'm still letting you hurt me. I can't fall asleep because all I want to do is cry; cry for the me that you left behind, cry for the me that I left behind, cry for the me that can't let you go. I'm drowning; I'm dying; and yet somehow I'm still alive.
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what a powerful confession written beautifully... i hope you'll find peace soon.
Stay strong, things will look up eventually.
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