My heart leaps out of my chest with ever pulse. There's little to no pain putting it back in, compared to missing your touch. Though, it's a miracle that my heart beats anyways. What was a vibrant red heart is now more of dry black disease that settles in my body. I can see the black pain travel through my veins when the thought of you gets overwhelming. Now, neither of my five sense know your here; neither you and I have active hearts. So, we make childish excuses for a grown up problem. See, if I was a child again my heart wouldn't be black. I wouldn't have this trench coat of what could be covering my back. Only fifty more days 'til we see each other again like this was just another one of our preschool recess games. I feel more of a thief then I do of boyfriend; cause I stole your heart and told you  to leave. Not that I wanted, but for some reason you had to. You see, being not in the same town and not being bound tight by the same sheets under lamplight made its mark. Though I know your the antidote for this disease referred to a "missing your lover". Once the timer stops and these days are over, we'll be joined by not just arms but hearts, cause that was the hardest part. Our hearts will be active and my senses will know you, I'll feel less blue and remember why I chose you. I'll grab you by your hips and we can finally kiss with our grown up lips. Distant is horrid but your like a portrait that I can look at forever and never get bored of. Babe, I'm sorry for this pain but no ones to blame, and I love you like no one else could even explain.

-K.V.