It takes all the power I have inside of me to not text you that I ******* miss you.

I’m smart, I went to college, but when it comes to you, I’m ******* dumb.

Why do I miss you? You weren’t there for me emotionally, when I really needed you.

Maybe it was the way you smoked **** at the edge of your bed.

Maybe it was the way you held me in complete silence.

Maybe it was the way you loved my short hair.

You were so hot and cold. So up and down. I never knew if I was coming or going. It was a beautiful disaster.

I’ll never be able to erase you from my cold little heart.