Trying to move on

Everything hurts.

Your actions.

Your silence.

Your ego.

Your hate.

YOU. Oh God, you!

I feel like screaming, shouting. I want someone to lean on.

But I want that someone to be you.

I want to be loved, but only by you.

But also, I want to be alone from everything and everyone.

I don’t want people to know that I am about to break.

I am trying not to miss you.

But all I can do is, think of you.

Every time, every minute. You’re on my mind.

Somedays I miss you so much that it is difficult for me  to hide the feelings.

Other days, I am so busy with myself that I don’t have any thoughts about you.

Missing you is like a routine.

I miss you whenever I see two lovers.

I miss you on the days I go to Mandir.

I miss you when I eat something you like or whenever I need a hug.

I miss you in the deepest forms of passion.

I miss you when the clock striked 11:11

I missed you when you texted me “I miss you.”

I have missed you at night when I wanted to just hug you and sleep.

~I wish you missed me the way I miss you.