June 19th, 2012
I miss you so much,
it hurts.
I can't think about you
without crying.
I go to bed every night,
ad think of
all the things I could've said,
all the things I could've done,
to help mend
our friendship,
our love,
our being.
I miss you so much,
it hurts.
Not the kind of pain
from a broken arm, or
a horrid migraine.
This kind of pain
comes from
crying myself to sleep
every night,
quiet sobs of
lonliness.
