It’s been two years,
and I still don’t miss you.
Do I seem lonely to you?
Not even close, I’m fine.
No, I’ve never seen you with her,
but if I had, you would have known.
As the stars constantly burn in the sky,
the fire I felt before has burned its last flame.
My heart is a ghost, like you were;
silent, sneaky, and scared to say the truth.

My mind is clean of you, like that one drawer you remembered to empty.

My parents stopped asking where you were, my family left you alone.
I never wondered why you stopped calling,
I only sat and waited for the comfort loneliness brought me.
I don’t get lost in your eyes anymore.
In fact, I can see right through them.
Through the lies, the masks, everything.
The worst part about this all?
I do miss you.
You shattered my fragile and trusting heart,
and I am lonely,
lonelier than the moon on a cloudless night.
I lie to hide the pain from reaching the surface,
to keep my heart from disappearing,
in the deep abyss you created when you left.

I wish I could say that I didn’t cry over you,
but the soaked t shirt you left in that drawer tells a different story.
My parents can’t stand the thought of you,
and my family loathes your existence.
I always wondered why you were never there,
always sat and waited for you to lie about where you were.
My shattered soul weeped when I saw her,
blonde hair, blue eyes, and everything else I didn’t have for you.
And your eyes,
they used to draw me in like the undertow.
I could drown in the memories of the man I thought loved me,
but instead showed me that love is an even worse lie
than when you said I could trust you.