Hannahpanini

I
am
numb.

It gets to a point where you keep your problems
from those closest to you, even your bestfriend.
You act like everything is great, but inside you
are dying.

In the past, I've looked for love wherever and whenever I could. Now, I let love find me.

Moving on isn't what's hard,
Forgetting the memories
and being happy again
Is where the hard part
begins.

I don't necessarily miss you,
I miss the affection you gave me,
& the long nights we spent talking
about nothing, but we didn't care
because we were talking to eachother.
& that was all that really mattered..

Take this razor,