missing you
is one of the most confusing things in the world
because it’s so ****
hard
but so *******
easy
all at the same ****

time.

see, it hurts, like I’m missing a part of me
like those tales you hear
of survivors who lose a limb,
and feel the phantom pains?

Well I,
I wake up at night
and can almost taste you

right there
right
next to me.

I can almost feel your breath against my cheek
and I roll over and reach my hand out to touch

empty sheets.

and maybe it’s a bit morbid
to compare missing you to losing a limb
but morbid used to be my forte
somehow, still just
is.

Simply put
to miss you is to blink
you’re my life line
you’re the reason for my
seemingly endless
cheese.

Missing you is like taking a step,
or inhaling and blowing out
that first kiss
turned my whole world about

so now

missing
you
is like breathing air
thoughtless
but always there.