“Her memories cripple me at night.”

She is a kind of poison I would die for.

I miss how her whisky lips used to run all over me.

I am just a star in the space of her memories.

My eyes thread of happiness leads back to you.

You were the hardest lesson I ever had to learn.

It’s hard to breathe when she is not around.

She is the moon covered in the dress of stars.

She is the answer to my every prayer.

Missing you come in waves. Tonight I am just drowning.

She is whisky in a teacup.

The most dangerous drug I know has brown eyes and a heartbeat.

She left the room. I am still talking to her fragrance.

Her voice still echoes in my void heart.

You smell so close when I am drunk in love.

The meaning of life has suddenly appeared in the spark of her eyes.

The stars, they keep talking about you.

The smoke left after the aftermath doesn’t seem to leave the atmosphere, and now it has started to burn my lungs.

And yes, It’s true, When I miss you too much, I ask the stars about you.

I have tried so hard, to even bleed you out of me, and yet somehow you stand still.

I miss you even in my dreams.

I’m aching to be with you, hold you touch you feel you. It won’t be long when we sing along. Hang in there my precious, wade away all the hysteresis. We will meet again soon, recreating the magic, the tune.

Can’t wait to see you, our bond will grow. I can only say I miss you. Hang on my dear, I love you.

I miss the warmth, the morning coffees, and you.

Missing you like you no longer exist.