I miss you like that old vagrant on a cold blistering night misses that vague and almost unfamiliar memory of his own bed, at whatever age it was he had it, if ever...

I MISS YOU LIKE THE MOON MISSES THE SUN IN THE SLOW PACED DARKNESS OF SPACE, THE SPACE BETWEEN THE SUN AND THE MOON INTERRUPTED BY EARTH, UNTIL THAT NEXT ECLIPSE........  I miss you....

I miss you  like crashing waves miss stillness.

I miss you like HIP HOP misses "The Realness"...... and I miss you.....

I miss you like the old, the lonely and dying misses childhood.... I miss you like that childhood misses its mother while she's a way out at work at two jobs, day and night trying to support them. I miss you like that mother misses the promises once uttered by the man who left her..... I miss you like that promise breaker misses his freedom, the touch of his woman and the son he never met, all within a 8x9 steel and concrete place of his own making..... And I miss you...

I miss you like an inhale misses an exhale. Both forever at each others end, attempting to catch one  another, until that fatal moment they do... And I miss you! I miss you like that lost wondering soul misses the body. Like hands miss touching, like feet miss running, like lips miss,,,,,,, like lips miss forming words to express that emotion this poem is about. And I miss you....

I miss you like thought, consciousness and ideas miss eternity.... I miss you like eternity misses a stand still moment within itself that will never be again. Like the body misses a healthy heart, unbroken and unscarred... I miss you like fresh wounds miss time, the time that doesn't seem come fast enough to make those wounds painless, decensitized scars,,,, or that silly thing they call healing.... Ironically, I miss you like scars miss the need of healing...............

I miss,you because I love you, I love you so I miss you,,,,,, perpetually.........

A passion was awoken
That could not be tamed,
And what once was a spark
Has now left such an ugly scar

Maybe,
It's one of the love trademarks
To build up a thing
Only to watch it fall apart

So fall not
For such foolery,
Magic, these days,
Is often trickery.

Fragile as a flower,
It will softly walk in,
Persistent as a ****,
It will never leave.

There is a fine line,
Between love and madness,
You're bound to cross
If you don't keep yourself in check

As light as a wing,
It can still make your heart sink,
As tempting is its invitation
The result might still be horrendous

And the worst of all,
A deathblow,
What if the leaving stars,
Take it all?

As concrete as the ocean tides,
lasting like a kid's attention,
To fall or to take a flight,
It's your and only your choice.

It’s a normal night
a little bit of ***** and
the sky has something
in it’s teeth,
I can’t pick at it
all i can do is look
as it smiles down at me,
the chill peeking into my skin
as everything around me
seems so content,
raspy footsteps around
a frozen yard trickle
down my earlobes,
moonlit cigarette smoke
dancing like scissors
across my upper lip,
the sound of nothing
but tearing paper
kindling before my eyes,
distant cars
singing roadside echo’s
charing my ears
like burning flower pedals,
and all that crosses my mind
is the how unfathomable
the beauty of nighttime is,
I find myself daydreaming
when the sun sets
and sleep walking
when it rolls over,
the emptiness of
eventide is a glass
half empty being
topped off half full,
repressing every
ominous feeling of
daytime, but the
one thing that
will subside not
is the ubiquitous
thought of you.