The kisses you had once covered me with still burn the side of my face. My lips are aching for the placement of your own against them. My body yearning to have your body against mine, cuddled up, tangled in the sheets, keeping each other warm and safe. Though now we aren't together, i know i must face the reality but the fantasy you helped me create is a much better place to be. You've left me behind like the rest of them and i wouldn't blame you. Comparing to everyone else I'm nothing and all i can say now is that i miss you. I miss the small things and joyful memories that my brain still carries. I wish you could say the same but who would pick a daisy in a field of roses?
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The Reality
RandomHere are a couple of paragraphs which describe how i feel. These are my thoughts that often occur at midnight or 3 am. Just because... why not share them..?
