Existent

"Getting over you"

You look at my smile,

assuming I'm fine.

Darling I'm crying,

when you look at me,

I'm dying.

My hands limp by my side,

but in my mind?

they're dragging you back,

I miss you, 

how were you ever mine?

I want you, so 

fucking

much.

But I cannot be selfish with you,

that's how much,

I am completely and overly

tortuously in love.