A Crazy Fool

Every day I wait for you, and every day you let me down. I need to have you in my life. I hate those words: "I need". But there they are and they are completely true when it comes to you. I remember the last time we were together, knowing on some level we would part. Don't you miss me at all???

Yesterday

Yesterday I saw a kid who could have played you in a movie about your life. Same hair, same walk, same everything. I don't think I was missing you as badly until that moment. Now all I want to do is tell you I was wrong, that I miss you, please come back. That's why I shouldn't be left alone with my phone right now. The urge to text you is too powerful to resist.

This Is How It Hurts

This is how it hurts
You wouldn't make it work
We crashed into each other
In moments and in spurts

This is how it went
We talked and then we didn't
I fell in love with you
And you fell out of touch

This is how I cry
When I remember your goodbyes
Nothing like our love
Full of hatred and disgust

Today

I think today I may have forgotten to think about you for a few hours. Maybe I am over the worst. Mostly when I think of you I wonder whether you ever think of me. I know you said you loved me. Then you didn't say anything for a while. Then you said you hated me. What should I believe?

A Little Bit Lonely

I could say I'm a little bit lonely without you. I plead, come back and let me feel full again. This emptiness stifles me. Deep down, you know you want to. You know you miss me. We still need each other. Let me hold you again and forget all the nights and days filled with despair since you've been gone. Let me laugh and smile and have it not be forced. Let me love again.

Broken

I wanted to see you because my heart was broken. I am like a small child, lost and oh so confused. There was a time not too long ago when I believed in your love so much I thought that nothing and no one could ever take it from me. And now that I am left without it and you I don't know what to do. I just want to know what happened, how we got to this point. But you are not talking, and I don't know how to change that. I don't know how to find out. What. Happened.

Talk To You

I am beginning to come to terms with the fact that I can no longer talk to you. All this time since we last spoke I feel the brokenness of my heart without having really mourned the loss of you. Not that you have passed away but perhaps your living hurts worse. I still check for signs of you via social media and my email, but there is none. I almost wish I could send you a message in a bottle saying, "Please, I am still here. I am still waiting. Forgive me of whatever you think I did. Come home."