You Still Hold My Hand

I wish it weren’t true. But, the truth is, I still miss you.

You are everywhere I look, even when I’m not trying. But when I try, you disappear.

Sometimes, I wish that it never happened. That we never met.

I knew the dream would end, faster than anticipated.

The sad thing is, I miss you. And I wish you missed me too.

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About Preslee

I am diagnosed with Bipolar 2 Disorder, Borderline Personality Disorder, Panic and Anxiety disorders, and PTSD. I write about my own personal experiences and thoughts.

Posted on January 27, 2014, in Poetry and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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