drained and left into pieces
heart had torn into shreds
thoughts got tangled up and twisted
confounded by an unclear thinking
why am i still not good enough for you
but who would ever love a storm
that's roughly vicious and disastrous

I miss you.
I am ashamed and weak.
To think that I who has never loved is missing you
you of all people
tall and strong with just the right amount of comedy
I miss you
With your dark brown eyes and long framed eyelashes
I miss you
with all your flaws like never knowing when to quit
and never listening to every word they spoke
I miss you
On Thursday nights at four in the morning
I miss you every day feeling cold
with the emptiness of your ghostly embrace
I miss you everyday
at six o' clock and past the eight o' clock
I miss you
and I am **weak