sometimes i miss you
but i just don't know who
sometimes i miss you in ways you cannot even fathom
in ways you could never wrap your head around
i have it down in writing
but it's not like you used to
i get mad at the small things
exactly like you used to
but i guess i'm just used to that
it's like that feeling when your hands
feel like their wrapped around my neck
gripping so f'king hard
i can't breathe
eventually that all started to stop
then i eventually drop down
into a void
a void of all my bodies
piled up
into one big mess of spilled soup
drooping...
and then i'm swimming in something far deep and away
into a cloud of just nothing.