I missed you more than amphetamines,
or hollow holy vows sprouting out of me. you
used to reroute my scowls and transform them into smiles,
but no curve of any lips are quite like your's.
I don't know how you do it or how you did it,
it sickens me nights,
it's been hard to word things and I feel so empty,
with a cavernous head and a dread of the feeling that I've been feeling, I need comforting.

we haven't talked in ages, I wrote this by a state line, I was so close to breaking
that I stopped laughing about my problems.
It's been tainting my happiness, further proving,
that gaping hole I've grown to know.