Amateur Poet

The Missing Is Gone

You don't make me angry

Pissed off

Or sad

That makes it hard to describe these feelings I have

This sure aint happy

Like I ever was

Not disappointment

Yurning or

Completely distraught

All I want is to talk

But there's a metric ton of obstacles in the way

Im jumping and spinning

Contemplating running away

You're tired

Im hurt

You sleep

I don't

You miss me

But not like I miss you

Wondering how you thought it was me

Meanwhile you're sitting there oblivious

To all the obscene

To wrap up my thoughts

There way more than one

Now thinking I sound a bit like Dr. Seuss

Writing and thinking

With not much speech

Why it's only my feelings

Not that it matters much

For I care for you

No matter the brush

All I want you to know is that

I love you

And the

Roses will always miss you