I sit here screaming tears
for missing you...
barely breathing
for want of you.
There is nothing for me here,
only
loneliness.
And the saddest part is that
I'm used to it.
Used to the feeling of my soul
being swallowed
by the unrelenting intensity
of your absence.
I'm used to it.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 8:36 PM UTC
I sit here screaming tears
for missing you...
barely breathing
for want of you.
There is nothing for me here,
only
loneliness.
And the saddest part is that
I'm used to it.
Used to the feeling of my soul
being swallowed
by the unrelenting intensity
of your absence.
I'm used to it.
