i missed you, but not anymore

Its night's encapture that provokes thoughts.

“I’m just tired.”
*That’s your excuse.

I am glad I'm not immortal

My depression translates into artsy poetry.

I am addicted to good writing.

Words are worthless unless they're heard.

I wanna be the one to make you laugh
Throw your head back, eyes squinted
Your mouth in the form of a toothy grin
Maybe some dimples here and there
But it's okay if you don't have them
I'd still think you're perfect anyway

nothing on
  my mind
but
   you