something that was once real with you still lives in my chest --
and nothing temporary has been able to replace it.
we built a life together,
a future we both let die,
and now i'm haunted by you.
it's almost time for me to move to your city,
a place where all the shared plans we made were supposed to become real,
and now i feel the silence between us growing louder.
having to grieve the version of me who once loved you was never on my bucket list.
but being alone has felt like punishment.
except every day after you has helped me choose myself a little more.
and i'll keep doing it until i no longer crave you.
i'll keep choosing myself until i no longer crave people who wouldn't dare to choose me back.