There is an exhaustion in my bones;
one which sleep doesn't help,
coffee doesn't perk.
It comes from missing you,
from waking alone.
It settles in my heart like dust.
My chest feels heavy; my limbs feel weak.

There is a bitter taste upon my tongue;
the sickly sweet taste of a last kiss,
the kiss goodbye.
It makes me nauseous,
it makes me sad.
Tears stream down my cheeks,
lingering on the corners of my lips.
The sweet becomes salty,
I wish I didn't miss you so much