I didn’t expect it to be this hard
I never noticed how intertwined
our lives have been since August.
Walking home alone at 1:30am,
not having anyone to call besides you,
but knowing I can’t call you
I knew you’d answer if I called,
we are still “friends”,
but I had to refrain
in fear of crying and telling you
three little words.
I missed you on the bus back to campus.
Everyone was tired and upset and drunk
and I wanted you next to me,
arm around my waist as I would rest my head
upon your shoulder.
I almost texted you those three silly words,
but I knew better.
You don’t think of me
like I think of you,
considering you were the one who
And it kills me,
that even when I’m drunk or alone or sad,
I can’t tell you
“I miss you,
I love you.”