i'm going to miss you.
i'm going to miss you,
and it's going to be as easy as breathing.
i know it'll be there like background noise.
like sirens in the city.
it'll go like this:
i'll wake up, open my eyes, and i'll think: i miss you, i miss you, i miss you.
and if it's hard to breathe for a couple seconds, then i'll get a fucking inhaler.
i'll eat breakfast and work on trying to forget your favorite cereal.
i'll go to work and ignore the way the guy on the subway smells just like you,
or the girl on the street that smokes the same brand of cigarettes as you,
as if to fucking spite me.
i'll drink my coffee and feel my hands shake,
so that i know they're shaking from the caffeine, too.
i'll eat dinner in front of my tv at night
and watch the shows you hate.
or on my worst days,
i'll watch you favorite movies in the dark.
and then i'll crawl into bed without you.
and i'll think: i miss you, i miss you, i miss you.
YOU ARE READING
forget.
PoetryThere is mention of depression, suicide and self harm in certain chapters in this book; if that bothers you in any way, please don't read. if you choose to, however, be warned. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
