I MISS YOU
I MISS YOU
I just miss you more than I have tissues
to wipe off this loneliness sagging my saturated skin
scraping the shit of unloaded truth till sanity became renegade
batting against fact
so I will come to you
I will come to you in a black tempest hurling debris the four corners of our circle
for it's not just about love
When I lost you my hand I lost its glove
and trying to dust off the past has left needles under my fingernails
and now my hands won't stop oozing the memories that I keep involuntarily trying to murder
in dark sunglasses so no one can see that I want something that isn't here
I miss looking at you breathing
as if you were a tv and I was an addict
making me so high that I was never so grounded as to question why that was more soothing to me than music
and it wouldn't be so tragic because I prefer to die looking at you anyway

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