I miss you
How many ‘I miss you’ poems will I write?
How many tears will I shed?
How many times will my heart feel like is being ripped out by the coronaries?
How many more times will I feel like someone has punched me in the gut at the mere mention of your name?
Aaaaaa!!!
How.
Many.
Times?
…sigh….
When will I get over you?
Baby, please stop haunting my dreams…
No wait! Don’t!
Please don’t stop.
That’s kind of like the only place I see you anymore.
Baby, please go away.
You cause me so much pain.
They say that pain is good. Lets you know you’re alive.
But then why do I feel like I’m dying?
Each piece of me that you helped build?
It’s crumbling away like a fucking rotting autumn leaf.
Falling through my hands.
Getting further away from my grasp.
I don’t know who I am anymore
I don’t know who I am without you.
I miss you.
I miss you baby.

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