Missing

Emptiness is definitely the worst part of missing.
I’m feeling numb without the hugging and kissing.
Feeling sad without hearing your voice.
I’m being in chaos with this head full of noise,
without your talent for getting me calm,
by holding my hand and caressing my palm.
The warmth you provide is leaving me cold,
now that you’re not beside me to hold.
I built my wall after things came undone,
and I’m hurting so much I consider to run.
Stopping the pain and setting me free,
but I won’t be fully complete without thee.
So I swallow my fear and accept all the feels,
because in my heart I’m still head over heels.
I have purely and deeply loved you from the start,
and I will keep loving you till’ death do us part.
For now I’ll just meet you in my mind every day,
after finding some more sad lovesongs to play.
I’m getting kinda used to fighting my brain,
and although it will drive me insane,
every thought of you I’ll treasure.
Until we meet again.

Being poor,
but feeling rich.
Creating peace,
inside my thoughts.
Knowing I’m loved,
without being told.
And loving in silence,
with no need to tell.
‘Cause love should be felt,
quietly held,
should never be dwelled,
by just use of words.
I’m looking at loss,
like it’s a gain.
Feeling the warmth,
through all the pain.
Changing the sadness,
into acceptance.
A sad acceptance,
making bittersweet happiness.