I miss that stupid ache of
                                                     it.
I miss what you  
                                                 used to
THINK
                                                  of me.


I miss anything that made me think
of anything that relates to
this thing
we had.

LOVERS
is that what we were?

Or were we just floating
in our own excrement and
stuff like

drugs and drinking and
you saying to me,
"STOP
all this nonsense and
GIVE me anything to
go
on."

I'd give you looks and you'd throw
me words that I ate,
no questions
asked.
                      

I miss the ache,
                                                        I do.
I miss things that
                                                I used to have,
YES, I miss you
                                                        too.


But somewhere in there
I lost that unchain-able        
                                            ­          WANT
and
                                              ­       DESIRE


for
you.