I miss home.
The buildings, the streets, the weather,
all so wonderful and full of life.
but that's just a place, which i do not miss.
a small section of time and space
which holds the things I truly miss.
people
so beautiful, so caring,
so wonderful and full of love. . .
people are what make a place worth missing.

when can i go back home
to those lovely memories
where we spent hours in
those ancient cemeteries
so dead,
so alive,
we think,
we feel,
we bear,
we loved
it there.

Is there anyone for me?
I'm starting to think there's not...
What do i do now?

stop it.

don't

pop it
lock it
drop it

I'm serious


this isn't an idiom
you idiot you look
dumb as a ***
to sum it.
stop it.

I've realized that like humans need oxygen
to live
i need you all the same.

and in the same way humans can be poised by to much oxygen.

to little of you
can be poisonous to me
and surely i
shall soon
die.

I miss you
I really do.
I love you
Know it's true.
You are beloved by me
Though you are above me
You say we can't be
I'm dreaming of what could be.
I guess we'll never see
you and me
together
forever
what an Endeavor.

I don't know how
. . .
    how to describe this feeling
    this love i have for you.
    it's like no other feeling
    i have felt before
  . . .
Before i met you.

I love you so much;
you do not love me at all.
How do I change that?