not necessarily because i miss you,
but because your absence reveals what i am.
don't get me wrong, i miss you of course.
your presence still lingers here.
in your dirty clothes on the floor,
your toaster strudels in the freezer,
your dvd in the dvd player,
your scent in my sheets.
regardless of my relationship status,
i am what i am.
i'm lost and confused and alone.
with and without you.
i hate you for hiding myself from me.
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