obviously

I try to fill the hole

Think I'm moving on

But really I'm just searching

for you in all the wrong.

The bits and pieces of you

that I told you I hated

Who knew, all along

They were actually my favorite.

I'm sorry for that

I'm sorry for a lot

I've obviously done some thinking

And I realize I should've fought.

I haven't been able to read

certainly can't write

If this shit poem is any indicator

I'm obviously not alright.

-empty