chasing pavements

i find it strange my brain still wants to write about you
just has no energy to actually produce worthy content
what else can i say that i haven’t already in some shape or form
i know i’d want to say something like, bullshit you miss me
with clever anecdotes that help captivate an audience
but, with time, it’s all slowly slipping away
it first started when i couldn’t bring myself to feel pain anymore
self inflicting wounds, times infinity
and then i began exploring possibilities without you
developing the -slightest- interest in someone other than you
at first, it felt like betrayal
all the time and thought i invested in just you
how dare i even -consider- opening up your terrain
a space of black matter you inadvertently occupied all this time
no, for the first time in a long time, i put someone else on the shrine
momentarily, just to see how i like it maybe
and for the first time, in a long time, i feel like i’m actually moving on.

chasing pavements