I can't stop thinking about you
Your name shouldn't even be in my vocabulary
But when I think of you
I feel complete
And comfortable
But so broken
Like a full non folded piece of paper
Then ripped apart in little pieces
I can't sleep knowing we're not together
You holding me in your arms as I fall asleep
So complete
So not broken
Only if we could tape up the ripped pieces
But I know you have moved on
So I guess I shall too
e.j.