I feed myself caffeine
So my heart's beating
matches the speed
it would be if you were still here.
It's not as if I always think like this,
but
some days were like the last days of us, with ups and downs.
I look for the upsides to everything
but
at the end of the day,
everyday,
like the falling of the sun
so does my mood.
I don't cry anymore.
I just sit;
vacant,
absent,
distraught.
I never new,
How could I know
that losing you would do this.
Then again,
I never thought.