Had to get it out again..

I had to write it; to get it out. Life is complicated, but writing helps

I wrote this when i was deep in my feels and missing an ex

Remembering all my anxiety where i had to pretend nothing was wrong

A poem i wrote a while back, only partially relevant anymore

Just thinking of a time i miss that I’ll never get back

Time isn’t really on the clock, nor the sun in the sky