I will always cherish you
No matter the pain you cause
The strong have no business being cruel
That is the errand of the weak

I'm going to miss you
Your singing
Your dancing
You pretended to be happy
To make me happy
I'm sorry

I'm going to miss you
Your laugh
Your way of copying my speech
You would come on Wednesdays
Even though you were sad
I'm sorry

I'm going to miss you
Your brownies
And cookies
Things made in love
Trinkets from the store
That were just you thinking of me
I'll never be able to look at my wallet
Or wear my sandals
Without missing you
I'm sorry

I'm going to miss you

I know what you mean..
It's not the things you do..
or where you are..
it's just..
..the BEING.

A curious hour, 3am.
No one awake
but the Heartbroken
and Devils of the Night.

A powerful hour, 3am
Depressive
with a crushing weight
against your soul.

A maddening hour, 3am
bewitching you
with the thoughts
of her.

A bittersweet hour, 3am
No one awake
but the Heartbroken
taking solace in the twilight

I feel like missing someone.
Someone who is nowhere to be found.