hey.
i miss you. i miss you. i miss you.
i don't know what it is about his week that renders me helpless. that all of a sudden, i would need you this much again. i know we've exhausted the explanations and conversations and nostalgia trips. but why do i want to have more of you?
i miss you. i'm regressing into a state of total helplessness. and i am scared that i may become depressed. i want to get angry. but i can't bring myself to be mad. at you, about you, because of you.
i miss you and it doesn't have to be in a poem or in a cryptic verse. because that's all there is to it. i miss you (i love you).
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