i have not seen you for three ******* days,
yet it seems like its been a year.
i dream about you every night,
and the things i worry most about.
i saw you in my dreams,
kissing a girl who was not me.
you moved away with your father,
and i spent the rest of my life searching for you.
i have not seen you for three days,
and it feels like hell.
i have always had separation anxiety
ever since i was 4.
i guess ever since i was little, i've been making homes
out of people,
that would never stay very long.
maybe there is some satisfaction
in breaking my own heart.