I Can't Feel It

 

Sitting on this white Ikea couch, with stains of coffee and cigarette ash, smoking a rolled up cigarette whilst listening to some Bastille on youtube, I just can't seem to stop myself from feeling some sort of emptiness. Don't get me wrong, I am happy but it doesn't mean I don't feel sadness. There are times I let myself think of you, staring at the ceiling, feeling this emptiness and stealing glances outside the window, where you used to sneak your way in every night for almost a year, it was something I was used to. I still sleep on the left side of my bed and leave the pillows on my right untouched. I don't wish you were here for I know you're doing fine, but I do miss your presence, recalling how I was a big part of your life and how I took that for granted. How you used to make mixed cds to tell me how you felt cause you can't seem to talk to me anymore, how you left letters in the mailbox because you wanted me to know that I will be missed, it's sad that we are now strangers.