You’ve Been On My Mind Again

I really start to feel obsessed sometimes.

It hurts to know how little I’m probably on your mind in comparison to how often you’re on mine.

I don’t blame you though. It has almost been two years, after all.

You’ve implanted this idea in my head that I’ll never be good enough for anyone. Maybe it’s true.

After all, the only one I ever wanted to be good enough for was you.

I no longer want answers to the questions that were left unanswered. Hell, I don’t even know if I would ever want to see you again.

I just want to know if I ever pop up in your head, and if I do - do you even react?

I put on a shirt the other day and couldn’t remember where it came from. I then realized it must’ve been yours. Obviously I changed.

I know you will never read this, and I’m thankful for that, because you would surely critique this all-over-the-place mess of words to filth.

I digress, though. I just needed to get some things out.

Goodnight.