In pieces

18 7 1
                                    

I miss you in every moment-
bones aching for you each day.
I cry when no ones watching
and remember each touch,
each word you said.

Even though my longing,
I would never beg you,
to take me back
You broke my heart,
Pulverised to the ground
And no one was there to help,
me mend it piece by piece.

I may miss you like crazy,
And ache at the thought,
Of our legs entwined;
but it's better to miss you,
than to be with you.

K.G

Hey everyone! This was a bit of a random,
Impromptu, of my late night thoughts, so don't mind it: it's definently a work in progress,
Thanks again for all the support
Kaitlin :)

 I wish I said to you Where stories live. Discover now