your ability to miss something you never had
the sting of november's cold air
hits my lungs
like the sight of you
hits the pit of my stomach
sending butterflies bursting through the sides of my stomach
into the air
selling out my cool, calm demeanor
a rush of blood to my cheeks
i try to blame on my faulty insides
but everyone knows
when i look at you
and you look past me
that i wish something could be more than it is
even a year later
i still cant let it go
or maybe it wont let me go
the arms of this obsession squeezing me tight
cutting off my air supply
so as i drown in this sea of regret
of misguided signals
and deep, relentless fear
that i will never climb out of this
deep, dark hole.
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