The space between us is not just miles—
it’s the ache in my ribs when I breathe,
the way my hands forget their purpose
without the weight of your hips to hold.
I am a house with no windows,
a room where the light refuses to stay.
The world feels like a poorly written script—
everyone else is laughing, but I can’t find the joke.
I want to kiss you so badly it feels like a crime,
like the universe has locked your lips in a glass case
and hung a sign that says Do Not Touch.
But I would break every rule,
shatter every law of physics,
just to feel the warmth of your mouth on mine.
I miss the way your voice wraps around my name,
how it sounds like a prayer I didn’t know I needed.
I miss the way your laughter spills into the room,
a symphony I’d trade my silence for in a heartbeat.
I want to marry you—
not in the way they show in movies,
with the white dress and the perfect vows,
but in the way that feels like coming home,
like finding the missing piece of a puzzle
I didn’t even know I was solving.
Without you, the world is a grayscale film,
a song played on a broken piano.
I am a shadow of myself,
a half-finished poem
waiting for your hands to write the ending.
Come back to me.
Or let me come to you.
Let me close this distance,
this unbearable, infinite space
that feels like it’s swallowing me whole.
I am not whole without you.
I am not anything.
The love of my life.
