"I miss you" was the only word i wanted to hear from you.

Doubt is seeded
Then you feed it
Like you need it
When you should **** it
Even if it pleaded
Don't be conceded

My fingers were trying to text you
Trying to get ahold of your voice again
Gripping, with the comfort of holding something familiar in my hands
Something my ears could float in
Cause your voice always made me feel like I was under water
But I knew if I slept there too long I would drown
My fingers were gripping the keys
Your name, a recipient
of something I knew I'd regret
But I was sure you'd be disappointed
So
I wrote a poem instead

You usually make breakfast,
But this morning you were in bed.
To find your arms around me,
On your shoulder lies my head.
You normally don't use perfume,
So I breathe in the human smell,
Your arms around me get tighter,
Longing, is what our actions yell.
I nuzzle my face to your collarbones,
Your face buried in my hair.
I pulled your ear and said,
"Make breakfast, I'm hungry.
We can just share."
But you laughed as you bit my ear,
"But I'm already having it.
You're my breakfast in bed."

This pain is so unbearable,
I'm writing on my skin.
My whole arm feels numb,
I didn't think it'd get this bad again.
I'm painting with my wrist,
In only the color red.
Because each deep little thought,
Can only come out unsaid.

My mind is so twisted,
I'm mixing lies with facts.
I'm not sure who to trust.
My heart or my head.
They're spinning me around,
As if it's life or death.
Each direction will cause pain,
But somehow,
One will still bring something to gain.