i miss you i miss you like i miss getting high in my backyard at dusk and it’s not the smoke that hurts my eyes. i miss you like i miss the slide of alcohol down my throat when i give up calling you. and it’s not the alcohol that burns. but i don’t have to miss those anymore. the only thing i’m missing now is you
this is kinda dark and some of my work will start getting more so. this is just a heads up, things are really rough right now and i take break ups pretty hard. feel free to take this literally or metaphorically i don’t mind