November

Don't tell me that you miss me.

Don’t tell me all the things I wanted to hear so long ago. That’s not fair to me.

If that moment hits you where you realize you do still love me I ask you not to say it.

Because the truth is I still love you.

And our song that used to make me smile makes me cry.

The truth is I’m still hurt.

The truth is I still find myself going back because with you I saw what I thought was a clear future.

The truth is I still go back to our spot sometimes and hope you’re there waiting.

The truth is I lay there awake regretting a lot of things too.

So I ask you not to miss me.

I ask you not to say it.

I ask you if you love me, keep it to yourself.

I’ve been forced to be a lot stronger than I actually am.

I’ve been forced to put up this front like your absence in my life didn’t crush me when you left.

I ask you not to say anything or ask if I miss you too.

Because with you the answer will always be yes.