i miss you.
i talk to you everyday, but it's like you're not there.
you're different, cold. you're cold. and empty.
i would do anything to have the old you back.
that's the you that made me smile and giggle like a four year old.
now all i do is cry over you.
i know i should let you go, but i don't want to. i can't. you make my heart beat fast and my palms clammy. you make me smile ninety percent of the day. you make me feel weightless, but recently, i feel nothing, but heavy hearted.
i know i should let you go, but i need you.
YOU ARE READING
permanently unfinished.
Thơ cawe write our feelings on paper because we have no one to turn to when our vision is blurred by tears and our chests are crushed with sadness.
