Without You
I have this constant ache
in my chest
and my stomach
always has butterflies
just thinking about you. Thinking about
not being with you.
Thinking about
never talking to you.
Just the sound
of your voice
makes the ache grow
and the butterflies
in my stomach try
and fly away.
It hurts because
I haven't broken yet.
Because I lost
my best friend,
because I lost
the shoulder I always had
to lean on,
the ear that was always
open to listen to me.
I am so very lost
without you,
and right now
you're the only one
who can give me direction
but you can't
because
I fucked that up too.
-V. Green
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Dreams And Things
PoetryThoughts. Emotions. Dreams. Ideas. Needs. Words, wanting an escape. (but forever trapped in an endless loop)
