Guillotine [poetry]

26 | Lonely,

Hey, I miss your texts.

The good morning hearts and your jokes.

I miss your sunlit pictures by your bed, with your blonde bed hair.

I may or may not miss your interest and your lips on me

It's so strange to know we won't talk.

I think I miss your name showing up on my lock screen

Or a notification that we're meeting up this week.

You're so much more than mine.

So I may or may not worship our nights.

I imagine who you may be. I don't know what your name will be.

For every heart I've loved, I miss the ones I've lost.

Hey, do you miss me?