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

yearning




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