I know him better than I know myself.
If you asked me to describe him to you I would start with his eyes, deep and intense.
I'd talk about his crooked mouth that is his attempt to smile.
I could describe to you his shadow under every angle of the sun if you asked.
And I could tell him how much I love him, if he asked.

I'm feeding on trees,
Angry, violent,
desperate, hungry,
Addicted.
I'm a  flame and I'm furious
Burning out of control

Trying to think of a metaphor, to explain my broken heart,
But all I have come up with is that it's been torn apart.

Cliche and said too much
I know it's nothing new
But my poor heart is in desperate need,
of some super glue.

Roll me a joint of heartache,
Pour me a glass of fear
I'm hoping one day I'll experience you again,
In a giggle rather than a tear.

The ticking of the clock is
in time
with the pattering of the rain
on the balcony outside.
I'm staring at the cold,
insensitive
but elegant, perfectly shaped
drops harshly hit the ground.
From my window,
I am divorced from the cold,
sitting on my bed under the sheets,
but almost wishing that
I was outside
where the rain could bury me
and wrap it's
inviting arms around me
and let me drown.

I sit here waiting for a message from you
when I know it'll never come
I lie here wishing and dreaming of you
and look at what I've become.

I've become unable

To move, to speak, to smile
I can laugh but it takes me a while.
To sing, to feel, to cry
I did too much of that when you said goodbye.

I keep thinking what we could have been
There's not one night you're not in my dream.
I wake up in a cold sweat
And realize you haven't come back yet.

So I realize
I'm unable
With
Out
You.