The thought of your kiss. How every day I miss you and your stupid **** that ****** me off and I remember I have to stop loving you so I can stop hurting so bad, but why can't I get you off my mind and just spend one ******* evening not feeling left behind? I feel like I'd, just to be with you again, die. Just to see you once I'd rearrange a sky so I could sleep soundly without having to cry myself there. Personify my optimism, turn a blind eye and satisfy my tongue-tied thoughts that just want to find some peace of ******* mind away from the "goodbye" that repeats like a broken record inside.