but there is nothing to say.

sometimes i jes wan us to b back to e way it was.

but who doesnt.

im not sure u do.

once u were willing to cry for me.

i read everythng as i like to do
when i dig up old hurts like corpses exhumed from shallow graves.

without a substitute
how do u move on?
there is no one else to fill e void that u opened
n e space is still empty

until someone provides for u again, u will remember.
all dat u lost.

its not anythng to do wif romanticism.

n i thnk u haf found others to fill dat void.

then again, ure always good at ignoring ur own feelings,
suppressing it n doing wad ur mind says
instead of hearing when e heart weeps.

u c much of him in u.
e same confidence.
e same lack.
e same loneliness.
e same desperation to fit in, to fit in.
e same self-sacrificial, noble attitude.
e same perceptive awareness sensitivity.

jes to attract attention again arent u.