I miss you.
I miss my oxygen.

It's been days since I have felt your touch,
since I have felt your delicate fingers caress my cheekbones.

It's been so long since I have heard your warm breath speak "I love you" that I am starting to get cold.

It has been weeks since I've seen you smile at me the way you used to.
Now you turn away at the sight of me.

My eager eyes have started to turn grey because you are gone.
My skin is decaying because it no longer has your touch.
My blood is freezing without you.

I fear my lungs will die soon without the air they need.
They are already halfway there.

I put a hole in my lip
For every hollow kiss
And a hole in my nose
For every wilted rose.

I fill my skin with ink,
Leaves less room for scars.
If only I gave a ****
About lungs full of tar.

I wish
I could go up
And
Not come down