Morning blooms grey, even the birds are quiet. I broke two more hearts this week and all I want to do is hear your laugh.
You put strings in my joints
Your wooden face still hangs on my door and Buddha squats on my granite nightstand. Tastes of you are everywhere I look.
You shoved it in my face
******* and fighting my way back to me, I'm shedding skin and growing teeth and breaking bones and doing **** my way and loving it, really loving it. Still I hate every second I am not with you.