It’s not you that I miss,
Even while you’re gone.
It’s the comfort;
Knowing what to expect
When my mind’s gone
Fuzzy from the liquor.
Not knowing what
Or who
You’re doing at the moment
I’m missing our moments.
But my stomach starts turning
And I can’t think;
My thoughts are filled with you
And another.
Doubt, uncertainty,
Insecurity:
Perfect words
For the awful feeling
You’ve left inside of me—
Unsure whether or not
Our little moments are over.
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Written August 18th, 2006
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This is a wonderful, beautifully painful write. Your feelings come across so clearly - sadness, angst, uncertainty. I'd love to say that I've not been there, but I have - I really, really like this piece. Thank you for sharing!
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I very very very much agree with this
"It’s not you that I miss,
Even while you’re gone.
It’s the comfort;
Knowing what to expect
When my mind’s gone
Fuzzy from the liquor."
It pertains to me so much that i have goosebumps right now.
great job.
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