I think about you a lot.
I think about how badly you hurt me, but mostly how much I miss you.
I miss your stupid laugh.
I miss your stupid voice.
I miss your stupid singing.
I miss your stupid stories.
I miss your stupid drawings.
I miss your sarcasm.
I miss your ******* attitude.
I miss those random 3am phone calls that consisted of me complaining about how tired I was and you annoying the **** out of me to stay awake.
I miss calling you ten times when you were dead asleep just so I could fall asleep with you.
I miss hearing you breathe on the other end of the phone, whispering sweet "I love you's" in your sleep.
I miss our stupid conversations that made me laugh so hard that my stomach hurt.
I miss our talks about the universe even though you told me how cliche my ideas were.
I miss hearing about how your day went and how the only thing that got you through the day was knowing that I was there.
I miss our ridiculous arguments.
I miss how you could make me feel better with a simple "I'm here baby" when it felt like the world around me was going to collapse.
I miss how you made me feel weightless.
I miss hearing your plans about your future and subtly hinting that I was the one you wanted to spend your life with.
I miss everything.

B.S.

"My very existence is compelled and based on your own.
It has been for a while now.

My heart becomes quickly complex with just a mere thought of you
and
with you physically near, I find it hard to breathe.

I find myself falling faster each day,
Surprising myself just how I haven't crashed yet.

And I keep on diving,
Silently pleading each day your hands will come out and catch me,
Forever placing me in your heart.

Yet you continue to look on.
Gazing beyond me, your naked eye looking onto others.

I inhale into false hope, living off of it.
You're my drug, piercing my veins.
My addiction and cure.

Save me.