You say you miss me but your words are as hollow as your coffin.
You love so lively, while I feel so dead.
Every word I send makes me lose another breathe because my heart stops once more at the thought of you.
I stay up at night writing you poems that I wish I could show to you to show you what I see in you. But the words are inexistent like the mutual feelings you have for me.
The restless nights that turn to early mornings.
The weeks I go withou hearing you.
The months I go without seeing you.
Time passes like a kidney stone.
The pain of waiting.
I guess I’ll sleep the day away hoping the thought of you will pass.
I miss you.