Tonight is one of those nights. The kind of night where I look up into the night sky when I'm walking, and hope you are looking too. Thinking of me just as I was thinking of you. The kind of night where I listen to our old songs staring blankly at the ceiling, wishing you felt the same heaviness I feel in my chest. The kind of night when I just can't fall asleep because you are on my mind. I think of what we could've become. I think of the good and bad memories we share. I think about your lips, hair and eyes. Just everything about you. It's the kind of night I mourn you. I mourn the loss of you. Wishing you were here so I could sleep again. So I could feel safe and loved again. So I can feel wanted.
Tonight is that kind of night I miss you.
I really do.
YOU ARE READING
Those Feelings.
PoetryA book of how I feel about you. Enjoy, or don't. (This is a book about my ex. A gay relationship by the way.)
