Fight.

My head is a minefield,
I'm supposed to move on.
I'm supposed to be moving on.
But I miss you.
I feel useless when you are not here.
I can't do anything right.
There are plenty of girls,
but none of them are you.
Yesterday I was walking home,
A lady with your smell passed me by.
For a second I remembered how happiness felt.
And I can't forget you.
Seasons keep changing.
And I'm still here, stuck in you.
But you are not here.
You are nowhere to be found.
So I'm stuck in nowhere.

- Written on December 12, 2013