I was sixteen, and I would disappear down the coast. Where cigarettes were more important than food. A few days was actually a lifetime.

My heart aches for you so wholly that I feel I might burst into an explosion of star dust. Like a vampire who steps into the sun, you consume my entire being and I can't explain myself to you. I am done with being overtaken by nausea when I hear your name slip through other people's mouths.  

I am no longer the one whispering your good graces to the ears of other people, or feeling your smile against my thighs as you sleep on the couch. Fit into me.  I am no longer catching you look at me when you wake. You making excuses for me to stay so you could kiss me when you rolled over in bed.

Heartbroken is too strong of a word for me, but I felt so complete with you. I felt sober with you.