i feel broken
whether it's constant losing or words unspoken
and as time goes on i feel older
i still want you
but the air feels colder;
my mind wraps your arms around mine
but my body aches
exhaustion taking it's toll
too much give, not enough take.
daydreaming is a chore
and a simple 'hello' is too hard to swallow
i entertain the thought of 'someday'
but instead of fulfilled i feel hollow.
i've nothing to distract me from my biggest distraction;
i'm constantly wading in self-destruction
but sometime soon, whether in a year or tomorrow afternoon
i'll be whole again.