Us up late shit talking, feels like nothing changed 

youll send me something cheesy and I’ll smile

You repeating a story I’ve heard 100th Times 

me on the edge of seat knowing what will happen next 

me smiling and nodding, Loving your story; your life

 Nothing but a blanket separating up.

thats the past.

Now were two different people, trying to find a purpose.

 Never on time for each other, always missing you by a minute

never hearing your stories

  Smiling at a screen 

Separated by a mile.

◄ Anxiety


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