Missing you is like the ocean. It rips through me like a hurricane. It floods over me like a tsunami. It engulfs me in waves. I drown in it. And, oh, how I love the salt water.
I hope you remember me at the worst times. When you're kissing her, I hope she tastes like me. When you're ******* her, I hope you moan my name. I hope those skinny white lines that you once found an escape through begin to bring me to the back of your mind when you're coming down. I hope that every cigarette you light reminds you of the ones we shared that summer in your truck.
I hope that you see me with someone new and it feels like someone is ripping the veins out of your heart one by one. I hope that you can never get high enough to get me off of your mind. I hope that the years of smoking catch up to you and you lose your breath. I hope you never fully regain it.
I love you.
I can't imagine a day without you. I need you like an addict needs their fix. With you, the highs are higher and the lows are oh so low. You're like a drug to me and maybe that's why it aches so deeply when you leave.
I'm sorry that I'm so needy. I'm sorry that I need you to make me happy, to get me high. I'm sorry that I held onto you so tight and it just hurt the both of us in the end.
I miss you.
I'm sorry that I didn't realize that people couldn't be fixed. I'm sorry I didn't understand that you can't save people. I wish I could have stood by you while you saved yourself.
I'm happy for you.
You look happy with her. They say getting over an addiction is the hardest part, well it looks like you're stronger than me.
I don't love you anymore.
*I'm lying. But that doesn't matter. I just need something to keep me from going back to you. You were like a drug to me and maybe that's why we crashed so hard and burned so hot.
I'm still imagining the day you show up at my door. Will you have flowers in your hand, or tears in your eyes, how about an apology on you lips? How about I miss you, I love you, I never should have left.
I like to think that I would tell you it's too late, I've moved on, you lost your chance. But I would probably open my arms and hold you tighter than I ever have. I would say I know, I love you, please don't ever leave me again.
Because the truth is love never goes away. It hides for a while to help your heart, your pride, you. But love always finds it's way back.
I'm still imagining the day you show up at my door, it will be the day you finally realize that you've always loved me.
I write poems to remember you, and you snort ******* to forget about me. We all find solace in different things.
I hope you like the poem I wrote about you.
I hope you fall in love with the pretty words I used to describe the ***** things you put me through.
I hope the next girl you love reads it and knows it's about you.
I hope she has the strength to stay away from you like I did not.
I hope you fall madly in love with her and I hope that her strength and resistance hurt you.
I hope you wake up in the middle of the night wondering what you could have done to keep her and I hope she's out flirting with boys who are not you.
I hope you feel the pain of unrequited love like I did and I hope you realize I'm not so pathetic.
It takes 21 days to make or break a habit.
It's been three and a half years and I'm still in the habit of missing you.