Writing

Silent

blank

empty

no new messages

no bolded titles waiting to be opened

waiting to be read

nothing to see

nothing to do

bored

hollow

quiet.

Everything has been explored

Days

Months

Years

and...

It still hurts like it was yesterday...

You act like it is so easy for you to forget me

Like it is so easy for you to move on

Like it is so easy to pretend we never happened 

So why is it not easy for me?

Why is it so hard for me to forget you?

I could fly.

Not like stereotypical Peter Pan style or with bird wings

but with a shirt

with built-in handlebars

I soared and failed

crashing into my ceiling.

I told my brother to hop on

I'm wearing the same dress I wore last year, on an evening that felt like moonlight even though the sky was still a milky purple-blue by the time we left, arms linked, laughter spilling over each other and turning the air fragrant, because back th

I feel useless

Unproductive

No one needs me right now

Good

I have nothing to do

B o r e d o m.

I can't stop thinking about you

I assign myself tasks

Keeping me occupied