Poetry By Porcelain Prince

Don't You Miss Me?

The way his eyebrows pull together solemnly as he listens to a sad song.
The way his finger traces hearts on your body.
The way he gazes at you like you are his sun.
The way he tells you how beautiful you are when you need it most.
The way he holds you perfectly content while you sleep in his arms.

Won't you miss that?
The way he showered you with adoration?
The way he said how much you meant to him?
The way he smiles when he sees you?
The way he holds you like it's his last night with you?
The way his heart will be a dull black void when you leave him?