I'm laying here and all I can think about is how much I miss struggling to stay awake because I know that as soon as I close my eyes I'll get yet another snap chat from you.
I am mad at you.
Yet every constellation out tonight forms your quirky smile and shows just how beautiful your soul is.
This place is a reminder of who we used to be.
Used to, as in the past.
As if the past is supposed to be so close.
Too easy to look at and say, 'wow that was 3 years ago'
I've let you go.
Only if letting go means that I've learned how to live without you there.
If letting go means I've accepted you're not here and that I'm finding everything wrong with our friendship in the first place.
But we went everywhere in this town.
There wasn't a thing I kept hidden from you,
Yet here I am at 2 am figuring out that there is vast emptiness by every constellation.
I'm seeing, for the first time,
that,
while I kept nothing from you,
you kept everything from me.
You're my black hole,
You sucked every happy thing about me and now I have no idea where it is.
I still miss you though.
Just like I'm sure a star misses the blackness when it's suddenly interrupted with a meteor.
