The thing about losing you is that I didn't just lose you once.
Until I'm ready to admit myself that I don't longer need you. Whenever that may be, I lose you every single day.I lose you in the morning when I wake up and realise that there is no one lying next to me,waiting to kiss my lips.
And I lose you at the night when you're not around to hear me talking about my day.
I lose you in all of the empty spaces of silence that were once filled with easy conversation and every time I remember them.
It's hard because even though you're gone, it's like you're everywere.
You're in the music and in the photographs, in memories and certain smells and whenever I stumble foolishly across any of those things.
I know that I'm going to lose you once again.
Until I'm ready to admit myself that I don't longer need you. Whenever that may be, I lose you every single day.I lose you in the morning when I wake up and realise that there is no one lying next to me,waiting to kiss my lips.
And I lose you at the night when you're not around to hear me talking about my day.
I lose you in all of the empty spaces of silence that were once filled with easy conversation and every time I remember them.
It's hard because even though you're gone, it's like you're everywere.
You're in the music and in the photographs, in memories and certain smells and whenever I stumble foolishly across any of those things.
I know that I'm going to lose you once again.
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