I met you and a week later I knew I'd be staring at the stars hoping you were doing the same every single night.
You're one thousand eight hundred seconds away.
That's one thousand eight hundred seconds too many.
I miss you so much.
I miss you more than my body can handle.
I miss you almost as much as I love you.
*john, six hundred and four thousand seconds wasn't enough time with you
To be honest, I know this isn't my best, but I miss him so much that even my poetry can't explain how much I miss him. My heart is so scratched up and my mind isn't on point, I can barely keep my fingers typing. I miss him. Love is crazy, how it just vanishes without a sign, never telling you it's going to leave. It's painful.