these passing days have been torture at its best
i miss the warm nights
lying on the floor of your one bedroom apartment
getting high
off of you

the reminders of your sweet lips
stain my chest
maybe they're permanent
maybe this lack of companionship is making me go crazy
maybe its not
maybe it doesnt matter

i miss the feeling of your skin brushing against my own skin
bare

that was what you liked, wasnt it?
well i guess its of no importance now

i miss watching you sleep at night
your steady precious breaths
my comfort

i miss so many things
im not going to name them all
becuase i know now
that you just dont care

but just so you know
what i miss most
isnt you
its the feeling
of being whole

i just want someone
to make me whole again
 
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