My blood boils inside of my skin,
as if my temperature suddenly increased
by 100 degrees.
I’ll lay down in bed,
no matter what time of day,
and allow tears to roll from my eyes down to my pillow-
like rain drizzling from the sky-
until I cry myself to sleep,
hoping to wake up to feel your arms wrapped around me tightly,
and your chest pressed to my back;
my small, fragile frame cradled within your larger one.
So that I no longer feel a dull ache in my chest,
longing for you when I know I shouldn’t.
The painful silence of your absence is what keeps me running back to you every time,
even when I know I shouldn’t-
I’ll always come back to you.