Hey! Just started a new book of poetry. It's called 'Spaces'. Here's a little preview:
i know that this is strange and completely out of the blue, but i miss you so much. i miss your hands and your words and your smile to the point where i physically suffer from it. everyone around me has noticed, but they still say nothing. i've even started telling the same stupid jokes you used to and i kept all our old notes in the shoe box under my bed. how much of who i am is who you were? have i gone crazy? is this what it's like to be addicted? i don't think rehab could cure me of my addiction. memories of you are my drugs, and i'm high every day of this lonely life.
Please check it out and make my day! :)
