I DON'T KNOW WHEN TO MISS YOU.
sometimes i think to myself: what if all we had meant nothing to you?
I DON'T KNOW WHEN TO MISS YOU.
sometimes i think to myself: were all the things you said for true?
I DON'T KNOW WHEN TO MISS YOU.
sometimes i think to myself: did you fuck him like you did me too?
I DON'T KNOW WHEN TO MISS YOU.
sometimes i think to myself: am i really someone you'd make love to?
I DON'T KNOW WHEN TO MISS YOU.
sometimes i think to myself: why did you leave me out of the blue?
I DON'T KNOW WHEN TO MISS YOU.
sometimes i think to myself: do i even have the right to?
PEOPLE KEEP TELLING ME: HE IS NOT AT ALL WORTH IT.
PEOPLE KEEP TELLING ME: HE IS BEYOND FULL OF SHIT.
PEOPLE KEEP TELLING ME: HE WONT MAKE YOU ESPRIT.
PEOPLE KEEP TELLING ME: HE WILL DESTROY YOUR ORBIT.
and then they tell me: WHAT DO YOU DO AFTER THIS?
and then they tell me: WHY ARE YOU NOT PROGRESSING?
and then they tell me: WHEN DO YOU PLAN ON MOVING ON?
AND I TELL THEM [...]
[...] I WILL DO NOTHING.
[...] I WILL DO NOTHING.
[...] I WILL DO NOTHING.
and they will ask WHY.
because time. time is all i need. time is what everyone needs. time gives aid to everything. time is the solution. time is the key. time is life. time is death. time is time, and time is time.
this will only make sense for people who have been hurt in the past emotionally, and emotionally only. if you do not get anything at all with this poem, then you are lucky: for you have never been hurt to the heart. keep it that way.
