i miss you without wanting to
i write words after words because that's all i can do
in our distancing was a calamity that had set my heart on fire
in my pining is the pain that is turning me to ashes.

I miss you. I am not thinking of you.
It's not at all painful for me to think of you
So much.

"One day you will make one hell of a heartbreaker!" she told you.
You laughed that clinking-bells laugh of yours, blurring the world with heaven's sigh.
Then you whispered something in her ear and left her smiling too.

You did make one hell of a heartbreaker, sweety.
But it was more hell than heart,
More tumult than treasure.
It was more vomits out of sheer extremity of sadness,
tears out of mere helplessness.
It was more blood than poetry,
More distrust than sanity.

You have already won that compliment, my tormentor,
Wish you'd never struggle more.

Hey it's just your remembrance messing up so much with me

You searched for ...*
Are you sure you want to remover your search?
Yes, god ******. I can't handle this.

He is so much to bear. This pain of this
Distance is so much to feel. I don't want to
Die with a sharp shard in my heart.

my heart hurts, that's all.
this is not a poem.
just a helpless cry maybe

I miss you. I can't not.