it's the third month without you and
we haven't spoken since that last night we spent together.
I am beginning to numb myself with alcohol;
trying to forget the pain you have caused me.
you took a piece of me that will never
be fully mended without your love.
I don't want you back, I just want to have what you took from me.
My hands are cold and my heart is still broken.
I can't think full thoughts about you
without
going
crazy.
You appear in my dreams more often than not.
I dream of the day when you caress my hair
and hold my hand. When you speak to
me with your voice like music
and your thoughts like poems.  
I dream of a future that
parallels the past;
that recollects your love and showers it on me.