secret: i cry every night because the boy i used to love moved on already

The feeling of something missing. what is it? its a void in my mind. a void in my life. i searched for eternity but i know i may never find. this empty space between the envelopes of my universe. I am content but there is some absence. i hate this feeling, this surfacing emotion that tugs gingerly at the core of my brain. a distance enough to crawl under the covers of denial, but close enough to hide inside my own shadow. will it ever leave? will these pondering thoughts ever detach? in my brain, in my skull leaving my throat tight...like a slow suffocation for a lifetime, my lifetime.

will i ever make it go away. i can write inot that endless elapse of time known as today and suppress this emptiness to the bottom of my mind. i can close the door and discard its key, curing this inner self by simply living. i can keep running and keep that freedom and although this feeling will still exist somewhere in me, i will not listen cause i realize that if he doesnt care i could be missing out on someone who does.