if only my poems were as beautiful as you are.
some part of us will always be the same.
i'm staring up at my ceiling
wide awake in the middle of the night
are you, too?
our connection was always so strong
is it still as strong as it used to be?
do we still watch the same sunsets?
or are you painting mine beautifully instead?
how can my heart be empty
when it's full of disappointment?
we're inseparable until we aren't
and when it's over i crave more
i want nothing more than to be with you
all the time.
i'm an addict and you're my drug
things are about to change completely.
because i've always only wanted to be with you, but i can't.
i write about you every day.
in my journal, in my notes app, to my friends, in my tweets.
i wonder if you know how often i think about you.
do you know what i truly desire?
it's thundering and you aren't here to comfort me through the crashes. you always knew i was afraid of the thunder.
where are you?
some part of you lives on within what died after you left. i hold on so tightly to that little fragment of magic that you gave to me before everything changed.
the sun has set and we got our fairy tale ending. but i still yearn for more with you.
i'm going to reach out to you. i hope you respond.
please listen when i say something's wrong, okay?
i'm weak.
oh no. oh no. oh no. oh no.
oh no.
i'm not sure i have the right to love you.
my life is defined not by the things happening around me, but by things that no longer exist. my feelings are dictated by things that once flourished but have long withered away.