no matter what happens,
it’s always her.

she’s there through my
platonic breakups,
romantic breakups,
emotional breakdowns,
when I’m overwhelmed
and the nights I cry myself to sleep.

she’s there
every
single
time.

that’s why it’s always her.

but you know..
things change.

*people change*.

so maybe it’s not always her.
at least not anymore,
not the way it once was.

she’s not there anymore.

but honestly?
nor am I.
and I’m trying to move on
from her.

and I think I’m almost there.