I miss our late night calls, speaking to each other for hours and hours until the sun started to reach through your window and you'd listen to me yawn but I refused to go to bed. I miss your infectious laugh and I miss the jokes you'd tell that got it started. I miss pouring out what happened each day into your ever longing ears and I miss your insight. And dear god do I break apart inside not hearing your little bits of singing when you were doing something or when a song you liked came on. I hate how long ago our friendship dissipated. Was it days? Weeks? Months? When was the last time you called me out of nowhere and told me how much you loved me? When was the last time you texted me good morning or goodnight? Do you miss me like I miss you? I replay your videos and reminisce on your pictures and curse myself for letting you slip away. I've been going mad worrying about you. About where you went. About all the things I could have possibly done to make you disappear.
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A Sea of Poems
PoetryThis is for those who suffer from anxiety, depression, bipolar disorder. Those who struggle to smile everyday for someone else. Those who are lonely, those who are broken, those who are hurting, those who have lost, and those who need someone, or so...
