I miss you.

You are missing from me.

You’re so far away it feels like death,

And yet I could cross the distance

In an instant.

I want to, I want to,

I can’t.

There’s too much weight here.

What’s more terrifying:

Rejection or connection?

I miss you.

I miss me.

Loneliness is a grave and

Here I am, swallowing bitter dirt.

I wish…I wish…

What?

Something. You. I don’t know.

Anything.

Loneliness is an open wound.

Can you see me bleeding?

Are you watching from afar

Like I watch you?

Do you care?

(don’t be bitter don’t be bitter don’t)

Loneliness is sickness that spreads.

I miss you.

I miss me.

I miss everyone.

Do I make you

Uncomfortable?

My presence behind your eyes.

The pressure of my fingertips.

I miss you.

Do you miss me?