today, i realized that i don't miss you. i miss being happy, and you are simply a face in all my good memories. you have left a hole where my heart was, though it isn't you that i miss, but my heart.
tomorrow, i will wake up in my bed and my hands won't shake when i realize that you're not here. there is scar tissue in my chest, but i will not pick at it. instead it will heal, and some days it may still bleed, but at least i'll know that i've reclaimed the hollow spot in my chest where my heart was.
b.b.
