i’ve left.

and i don’t think you ever noticed.

i’ve went missing.

no, you’re not gonna see me in a milk carton with my height and weight on it.

i’ve left, i’m gone.

gone in the sorts of myself.

you can still see me, you can still see my dark blue eyes and dark brunette curls.

you’ll still be able to hear me talk, and maybe you’ll focus in and realize i don’t laugh.

maybe you’ll look at me and see the change, see the way my teeth don’t show when i laugh or smile.

you won’t see the dimples on my cheeks anymore.

when i say im missing i say im gone in the terms of myself. you haven’t noticed my disappearance and i don’t think you will for a while.

i’ve mostly lost myself in pretending i haven’t too.

saying i’m not missing makes me loose sight and focus of myself.

mirrors don’t show me myself.

i just see someone.

maybe i will come back and return.

but i wont have you waiting with your arms wide open crying saying how you’ve missed me, i wont get a welcome back party.

i wont even be noticed i was ever gone in the first place.

so maybe, ill stay gone.