I miss you but not in the traditional sense
I don’t want your ass back or anything but
and there’s obviously a but
but I miss how you used to make me feel
and that makes me sad because
you used to make me feel like shit
the best most sparkly most expensive most divine shit, but shit, nonetheless
and I guess I just wish that I could feel something
for somebody else without comparing how good or terrible it is in relation to
well you
because I knew when I met you that you were the last man that I would ever love
and I guess because I’m a gambler
I’m just hoping that about this one thing
I’m human enough to actually be


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