a depressed girl's guide to shitty poetry

a poem that doesnt make sense

its 4 AM and i can feel you,
you're not really here but i can feel you.

i can feel you breathing.
i can feel your arm around my waist

i can hear your soft snores
i can hear your deep breathing

and im bawling my eyes out

why cant you really be here?
holding me.
loving me.

why cant you be here, at this house that doesnt feel like home?

you would make it feel like home.

you make everywhere feel like home.

fuck i love you.

with every fibre of my being and with every breath i take; i love you.

i will love you for every second, of every hour, of every day.

i will read romance novels and picture that it's you and i.

but its not. it never will be.

and it breaks my heart. and makes me loose sleep, and not eat.

you make me crazy, baby.

im gonna love you forever.