I miss telling you things.
I miss sharing stupid comments with you.
I miss your pointless chitter chatter about nothing.
I miss your soul in my life.
My clothes stripped, my dignity too. That night I thought, I wouldn’t see it through. I lay there after, for what seemed like hours. Imagining on my grave, what type of flowers
I sat in my room, my addiction my answer. Yet all it did was act like a cancer. I felt, oh so alone.
Being alone has me writing this rhyme
No superhero side no partner in crime
Days spent in isolation gives cause for hesitation
To open your door to wanting much more