you are there but you don't do anything for me you just are, there
i wouldn't die without you you're not necessary, necessarily
i can't live without you you're a part of me, partially
you're so significantly insignificant and essentially unessential we are potentially going to have to end it we have potential — "no" — lets end it
i'm so happy i never get to see you i'm so unhappy you called you're like a fantom vibrate i can't believe you actually called
we're a vestigial appendage like an internal hemorrhage
holding onto what's healthy and alive dig it out like a cancer bury it deep inside
Some stupid ******* ******* once said "absence makes the heart grow fonder." A romantic way to articulate the effects of distance on love itself. What fails to be portrayed is that many times miles can make or break even the most durable of couples. Enough to where you can do nothing about the feeling of dead inside. Nothing besides dig it out like a cancer. This is my biopsy.