It used to hurt with every breath I took because I didn't want to live if you weren't with me
Now it hurts with every one I let out because I don't want to let go.

I guess I should write a poem
but all I can do is cry
because it's six months past
and you're not here.

Darling, what kind of time do you call this?
it's late
too late
and I've missed you

oh I miss the old days,
"our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along, because
we know that none of them have felt this way."

I guess what I'm saying, in simpler words, would be I miss you
and I love you
and come back to me
please