Mar 2014
I miss you.
I miss you so god ****** much.
Every time I utter those words, a crater forms in my chest.
Buried in each of these craters is a piece of my heart, buried in dust.
The cavity where my fragmented heart lies, becomes bigger and bigger each day.
Yet I miss you still.
I miss you so god ****** much.
Every time I utter those words, a crater forms in my chest.
Buried in each of these craters is a piece of my heart, buried in dust.
The cavity where my fragmented heart lies, becomes bigger and bigger each day.
Yet I miss you still.
It just ***** being so far away from the most important person in your life.
