I'm lonely when you're around.
You're here, but I can't see you.
There's a voice, but it's not familiar.
Our romance use to be story like, now I'm either blind, or your invisible.
There is a presence sourly lingering throughout my apartment, it's leaving a funky smell.
You're calling me,
but I know I'm here alone.
As usual!
Walking…pacing…looking…calling…it feels unreal.
No one ever lived here with me.
Loneliness has always been here,
I just made you up.
Oops even in my mind you're an asshole.
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