I miss you
so
much
and I can't
do anything
about it
I'm so
powerless
I'm a bad
friend
(to everyone else)
I can't tell
if you are doing better than me
I can't tell
if I'm doing a good job
pretending that I'm okay
I want to go home
(I've been home
but it's just a house.
And I was happy to see
its inhabitants
but I want to
inhabit your arms.)
I'm so scared
that I miss you
more than you miss me.
Paranoia and anxiety
and loneliness:
a recipe for
a broken me.