i miss you

i miss u (and i know i’m not supposed to say it)

when some males leave our lives,
society often tells us that it was for the best.
there is that period at the beginning stage where it was.
you try to convince yourself how awful they were.
like clockwork tho,
they start to creep back in.
they start running around and wreaking havoc on your emotions.
after that happens,
you end up creeping on their various social media.

“Are they happy without me?”
“Did they move on?”
“Are they with somebody better?”

i had a thought over the weekend about how hard it is to truly move on.
you think you do,
but it seems like The Universe (or satan) doesn’t make the moving on process either.
you see their name everywhere,
they dominate your thoughts,
and sometimes you can feel their energy around you.
all your friends look at you crazy if you even utter that you missed “__________”.
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
we are supposed to move on but…