I miss you a lot
So much it hurts
With every thought
That passes through

Not talking to you
Not seeing your face
Makes me take a few
Minutes to breath

This love inside
Comes so easy
Impossible to hide
But it can hurt

When you're not around
I mope and drag
And wait for the sound
Of your ringtone

Because my life's dull
And it's just not right
I don't feel whole
Without you in it

if you want to be alone,
it's fine, I won't talk to you
I didn't talk to you last weekend either
I hope you're happy
I'm giving you a break
I'm not here for you,
I'm just alone tonight and
your sister offered to pick me up
and I want you to know I'm not trying
to be clingy
and I know you want a weekend alone
without me.
you didn't see me honestly all this week
and hopefully tonight you'll only get
a passing glance
but I won't isolate myself from my friends
just so you don't get ******* aggravated with me
. fine, I'll avoid you,
but my life won't go on shutdown for you.
It's not for you.
Nothing is for you.
Not anymore.

Alcohol does not agree with my system-
neither do you

We love a good introspection.
A lot of thinking-outside-the-box
a dash of sponaneity with a pinch
of romance.
A lot of pondering, wandering
wondering and pandering.
We crave intimacy and to woo we say,

"Look at my poetry."

Our minds are wired differently.
We tend to see things not as they are
but what they can be.
We are silently affectionate but rarely
spout off our poems in public.
We love deeply, fall hard and
live out our lives according to our
composition books.