I miss you.
I find myself night after night settled on my bedroom floor, staring into the abyss replaying the memories in my head.
The weakness of my lungs as I take breath after breath trying to suppress the deep-seated obscurity that is my mind overflowing through my eyes.
And in that moment I let it all go, the tears, the anger.
The hatred of myself as I think back to us and the way we were, the fact I let you go and the fact that I can never look at you in the same way.
No longer can I stare into your blueish greyish eyes and soak up every ounce of beauty in them, no longer can I text you at midnight knowing you'll text back.
And worse of all no longer can I wake up without dreading the walk from my bed to the bathroom or dragging my heels as I work up the courage to actually dress myself because since you left my life I haven't been the way I was back then.
You were the fitting piece in my puzzle, filling my eyes with love and compassion but now my eyes are nothing but a concoction of stupidity and sadness.
I need you, but I guess crying will do for now.
