friday’s became the pinnacle of my dull life
I would wake up a little bit earlier to just to be able to soak in the joy of the fact that in less than 24 hours I would be able to see you
to sit in your presence
to let my eyes trace the beautiful work of art that had somehow wound up in my life
to happily allow your smile to make my heart feel the familiar ache that you were so good at making me feel

and now
it’s like that ache has been ripped open to full-on wound
a black hole stealing away every ounce of happy that you brought me
and I’m pathetically grasping at the pieces of you before you’re completely taken away

the high that you make me feel is was enough to outweigh the pain of how you’re mine, but don't belong to me at all
but I think that’s the issue
it was a high
and my hopeless addiction to you was giving me such temporary happiness that it was taking pieces real happiness and eating it alive

I’m dying


I miss you
I miss you
I miss you