Weeks have gone since I last saw you.
Your absence creates the loudest presence.
Every where I look; I see you, I feel you, and I hear you loud and clear.
I miss the way I catch your secret glances.
I miss the sound of your laughter, even with my unfunny jokes.
What happened between us?
Why did you stop coming around?
Did I do something wrong?
These are questions I keep asking myself.
Confused to why without a warning, you stepped out of my life.
I spend my sleepless nights wondering if you're okay.
Are you okay?
Because I'm not!
I wallow in my misery of missing you.
I count ever day, minute, and seconds until the day I  see you again;
from a distance and even for a brief moment.
But my heart can only take so much pain that there are times when I feel tired and numb.
Every single day that pass between us apart, the more I feel the need to give up.
Give me the closure that I need
to  move on to new beginnings.
And I will give you yours
if that is what you truly desire.
I ask that you free my longing heart from your tight embrace.
Free my pain so I can feel again.
Maybe now is not the time for us.
Maybe there are other people out there destined for us.
But one thing is for sure, you have become a great part in my life.
You've etched your name in my heart and soul.
And those are the reasons why it's hard for me to let you go.
Even in your absence, I find myself hanging on to our tomorrow.
-MPS12

I feel so old
yet I'm so young
I can tell you stories upon stories,
experience upon experience
yet I'm always craving more.
Lying awake on those 2 AM-can't sleep to save my life-nights,
all I have is guilt on my mind.
I've been through so much,
but my mother has been through much more at the hands of me.
Why must I have a wild soul?
Why do I love to alter my mind?
Why?
It hasn't become a problem,
though it could at any time, I'm sure.
People don't go altering themselves with the intent of getting addicted, but it happens more times than not.
Why do we do this to ourselves?
I believe it's because I want out of this world.
My soul screams through my chest to be let go, released into oblivion.
Yet I cannot abide by this request, so I drudge on another day, beverage in hand, pop a pill, escape escape escape.