Grasping at Nothingness

I've got nothing to hold on to.
You're contact kept my spirits up;
knowing that you thought of me.
But contact stops and I enter new realms
where you move past your thoughts of me.
I want you to be happy
and never feel like I do.
But I am selfish in the sense that
I want to be part of your happiness;
even the source of your happiness.
I'm so scared you'll just forget me.
I'm so scared you won't care anymore,
and you'll just move on.
And you should.
You should carry on, and happy,
the way you used to be.
And I should keep to myself--
my source of misery.
I never wanted to imprison you,
but I'm a selfish girl
who wants to keep you as her own.
But it seems I can't forever.
I can't seem to now.
I can't quite move on.
I've got nothing to hold on to.

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