Coarse
Itβs like pulling the air from my lungs,
You took from me.
Brought my heart down a few rungs,
I hope you can see.
Like ripping the hope from under my breast,
You made me a ghost.
All I can do now with this body is rest,
Because you are its host.
Like pulling open my eyelids and not seeing you,
My side now empty,
Hating that your absence is whatβs true,
Because thatβs me to a tee.
I overthink whatβs happening,
In every worse way,
I wish it wasnβt crippling,
βI need you to stayβ
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Love and miss you R
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