i am sitting here missing you, and it hurts.
missing you hurts.
not like the pain of accidentally giving yourself a paper cut, or being punched, but a pain so deep that i wonder which is deeper,
the ocean or the pain in me from missing you.
the bottom of me is so mysterious, perhaps not as mysterious as the bottom of the ocean, but what is so mysterious?
its quite difficult to describe my pain of missing you,
its like when you're absent from my side i can feel that you have taken half of me, the same feeling from when you become so used to having or using something and then losing it.
when you lose it, you can feel the absence.
it saddens you.
my chest closes in, i shake and panic,
i dont want to spend any second of my life without you,
i am frightened at the fact that without you,
there'd be no me.