I always wanted to take you to where I'm sitting now. Where the fireflies are spread arcoss a field. Where I stop to stare like I did when I saw you.

Sitting here alone and hoping you'll show up kills me.

I find myself without you, once again.
This time really does feel like the end.
I warned myself to know what to do,
I told myself I would know.
I'm more aware of what is going on now that I've calmed myself.
I'm at the spot
where I told you How my head works.
I'm at the spot where we tossed rocks into the water.
Somewhere passed the spot
we played pooh sticks.
Only I'm not happy.
Only there is no laughing
Only there is no you.
My chest feels tight.
My chest feels like im having a cramp.
No matter how I contort myself I can't make the pain stop.
I miss you.
God I ******* miss you.
Getting off work has never felt so meaningless.
Skating towards your apartment never felt so pointless.
Passing it hurt so much.
Not that you care, all I am is stress anyway.

I'll always miss you.
I'll always look back on every second of us.
You can't see past the fighting.
I can't see past the moments of love that made me much more than happy.
I ******* hate myself for losing you.

"all we gave each other is inspiration to write heart broken poetry"

Thats ******* *******
I have poems about
how much I love you
The depth of my happiness
And remember all my heartbroken poetry
Is because you made decisions that only ever hurt me.
You left me to be with your ex
You left me because love is too hard for you
You left me because you're too stubburn to ******* see how much I love you.
You hurt me so ******* much,
Yeah I've written some bitter poetry.
but if we refer back
to something you said once more
"Sad poets only write sad poems because when they were happy they were too busy living."
So here we go again,
I'll drown my sorrows because of you and cry on the floor listening to the music you showed me.
And in the back of my mind
All I'll hear is
"*******, you miss me."
So goodbye,
I hope your loneliness will kiss you goodnight for me.

I can't sleep tonight,
Well, most nights,
without you.
they drag on,
reassuring me
That time,
Is, in fact,
An illusion.
I no longer smell you
on my bed
However,
In my head
I can remember,
almost,
clearly your smell.
You're much like my ant hill
And I am but a humble worker
I never lose sight of home because home is but a single whiff away.
My infatuation with your sent
may seem odd.
But when you've found the person who can make your heart sing
Simple things like the way they naturally smell
Or the sound of their laugh
Or the sight of their flaws
Almost make it seem
like God does exist