It's been seventeen days now,
That you've been gone.
It's getting easier,
Mind you,
I haven't exactly been the most sober person since you left.
I've lost count on how many hours I've stayed awake to talk to you.
I've also lost count on how many hours it's been since I slept at all.
But it's hard to lose count when it comes to you,
It's been seventeen days since you left.
You are seventeen hours ahead of the timezone I'm in.
You are seven thousand, five hundred and twenty miles away.
I can't help but think,
No matter how many days you're gone,
Hours you're ahead,
Or miles away you are,
I love you just the same.
You're my best friend.
Sometimes more than that.
You're my person.
I rely on you,
I care for you,
I love you,
And without a doubt,
I fucking miss you.
You are seven thousand, five hundred and twenty miles away.
And I still love you,
Just the same.
07/21/16
YOU ARE READING
From My Mind To Your Pages
PoetryI have to get the words out of my head sometimes. This is a completed work of 9 years worth of writing about the boy I was in love with. 9 years of expressing my emotions in written form. 9 years of him reading every word and treating me like shit a...
