I cry to burn the charm of your face from my eyes- just to scream into my pillow at 3 am. Right around the time i get devastated and text you more often than I should. "Are you horny :) *Are you home"
I really don't mean anything.

The only thing I ate today is sadness, I need your nutrients, your between the legs nirvana, and your namaste nasty. And I know you're awake, so answer my text, "Are you hormney ?"

How can I sleep comfortably in abed that's as empty as me? I let you inside. You lit fires instead of setting the butterflies free.

Fuck, i done, too desperate. My head is beating in my chest and I don't remember what that feels like, because I lost my only in your butterfly stomach. "I'm sorry"-send.

I wish I was kissing you, instead of missing you.
I'm tired of feeling sorry Tired of Crying to sleep, I know she isn't better than me, She eats rougher than the hugs I give you. I'm tired of banging on 113. Wait you live in 112.
I'm sick of feeling used' he laughs at my jokes and lays me down like hes afraid to break me-but hes not you. But I cant keep letting you walk into watch you leave. And the only reason Im on your doorstep is because I'm too drunk to admit that I miss you.

I love you, I fucking Love you. Or maybe I'm just too drunk, and want just another reason to cry your name to sleep. You wrote Mine on my neck with your fingertips, just the thought arouses me.

But well I'm done, Other girls would risk getting sick for you, But I've been sick for you, even when I'm sick of you.

I'm done, You're just my past, I've moved on and I found myself another companion, and He holds me tighter with love, more love than you ever gave me.
I gave up on you long back. you're just another memory, Another phone call which i can easily ignore, Another face I look away from.

But the feelings that I used to had for you are no longer there, and for the first time, I really dont care. Because I know what I had and I'm glad you're gone.