Is it true that I kept reliving the same chapter over and over
I’ve written blogs like this before

I miss you silently
Perhaps it all comes down to familiarity 
But I thought I was past this 
A year ago. 

16 and I asked for a purity ring. I held my hands in the air during worship songs and I was confident that I knew what sex was all about.

You talk about all the things you’d never say in the daylight and I’m already beginning to carry their weight.

You’re good at packing up boxes and putting them into storage, and in the utmost selfish way, I’m worried I’m going to end up in one of those.

Don’t tell me I should know this.
When it comes to you, I’ve never been certain of anything.

I wish I could record my thoughts
And then play them back until I could write
Every single one of them down.

He is your great true love. Your best friend. Your hardest goodbye. But he is not your world.