Every night after you've gone to sleep, i miss you so badly.
And i miss you at the worst of times, when i'm all alone and when everything's so silent that i can hear my own blood pulsing through my veins.
I miss you at 4:33am and i miss you at 2:56pm and i miss you so much and i love you so much that i try to let my screams out in the form of smoke, i'm trying to fill the hole in my heart and replace the memories in my mind of the person who you refuse to be anymore with cigarettes and pills and cough syrup.
I smoke until my throat feels like sandpaper but it always just feels that i'm tearing the hole open rather than sewing it shut.
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Poetry"he's colder than ice but god, he lights up a fire in my chest." a collection of sad words about numb skin and cold hearts
