I will tell you something—
What hurts the most:
I look in my shower and can't see your towel.
I smell the sheets, but they don’t carry your scent.
I miss you like crazy,
And I only have the walls to vent.

I want to scream and come running to you,
To feel your sweet lips on mine,
To feel your arms around me too.

Oh God, I miss seeing her in the morning.
Help me to cope—
It feels like my soul was ripped,
And my brain just needs dope.