✶ MISSED. acb.
You're in my heart,
Fresh yet rotting,
You're still in my heart, still in my head,
Taking up space without sanction.
This feeling so consuming,
And still, I'm always assuming
—Do you still want me?
Can you sense my want to flee?
Maybe I should want less,
Maybe I should neglect this gaping hole in me
wanting—burning to be filled again.
Maybe I shouldn't want you anymore, it feels shameful.
I still think about it,
The pure intimate moments we shared,
The whole of our souls bared.
I still think about,
I think I'm always gonna think about it.
Last month, I missed our late night calls,
Last week, I missed your witty quips and warm words,
Yesterday, I missed the sound of your voice,
And today...
Today, I miss you.
YOU ARE READING
my poems. nd shits?
Poetryi do not edit them, we die like men here. might update them to make them more fancy but that's unlikely.
