i used to write poems about my love for you, and now, i write poems about the pain of losing you. i used to be somewhat happy, and now, i cry myself to sleep every ******* night. i used to spend every second of every day talking to you, and now, i spend every second of everyday hoping and wishing you will text me. **you were the reason for my happiness, and now, you are the reason for my sadness.
i feel like this is such a ****** piece but *******, i miss him.