5,207 days. 93 days. 11 days.

The smile doesn’t reach the eyes.

The heart beats, but it’s all lies.

The laughter is a little too loud.

Alone, still in a crowd.

Faking it is the first thing you learn.

Waiting until it’s your turn.

This gaping hole in my chest

The remnants of a love laid to rest.

Always hiding the tears

After all it’s been years

I miss you too

I still love you

Here’s to faking it, because some days that’s all you can do. Missing you. Missing me.