forelsket

loneliness

is it normal for me to miss you the way i do? it pulses throughout my body with a constant hum of a reminder

that your hands are not upon my body and your voice is far from mine. it's a need inside my chest

that is aching to break out and it slowly creeps towards my heart where salt water begins to fall into my blood.

i crave so endlessly to feel your breathe against my neck even though i hate it because i'd at least know you are

here. and i can't help it that i become so uncomfortably sad when are eyes are not upon me.

i'm sitting here staring at my cracked nail polish, knowing, you wouldn't care the way i do that it isn't perfect.

my ribs are decaying so please let me go home, in your arms i will mend.