I miss you.
Again.
I miss how you used to send me
those stupid gifs,
to distract me
from life.

I want you.
Again.
I want you back by my side
talking, laughing,
making me feel
whole at last.

I need you.
Again.
I need you, but this time
you’re not here,
and it hurts more
than ever before.

I miss you.
Again.
I miss you every morning,
and every night;
at every silence,
I break apart.

Again.

The seasoned river has so many effects
The river changes so often just like me

At times so difficult to cross, at times very shallow
At times so murky, at times very clean

Direction changes and eats away at the bank
One interferes and upsets it's path

At times it's very high, at times it's very low
At time it has much life, at times it has none

This river is a delicate one with feelings
It likes to see people happy

Sometimes it is angered
Sometime it lashes out and hurts others

This river reminds me of me
As my life evolves wanting to be free

Loving someone who doesn't love themself
is a constant reminder
that bliss and pain are one and the same.

Lonely people lonely lives
Lonely people often cry

Lonely people lonely lives
Lonely people lead a lonely life

Lonely people lonely lives
Lonely people die a lonely life