A Constellation of Thoughts

tidal waves

missing you starts to ripple.
I start to feel mentally ill over the fact of me missing you.
And for fucks sake I felt as if I'm not good enough for you, was I?
What could I have done to make you stay? Do you think if I just stayed home those last few days and didn't go out to see you? Or if I didn't hold your hand when we went to Boston last Sunday? Would you have stayed then?
Then it becomes a tidal wave, where I think of any wrong I've ever done to you, my friends, family, anyone.
And God, for God's sake am I feeling like a tsunami right now.
I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you.
What else can I say?
I miss you.