Miss you

I really miss you.

The kind of miss that hurts and makes me feel alone.
The kind of miss that makes me feel empty and weak.
The kind of miss that shakes my soul and haunts my sleep.
The kind of miss that is de-motivating,
Like I just want to hibernate until you’re back.

I hate that it feels like we didn’t spend enough time together
And that we didn’t take enough pictures together.

It makes me mad that God brought you,
Such an amazing guy,
in my life then sent you across the world.

I’m never going to get use to you being far from me,
And the time difference is not making it easy.

I Always Think

I always think of our kisses
our lips lost together.
How you made me feel 
when I gave you parts of me I never gave to anyone.

I always think of your clean, cold room,
and how comfortable it was being under the covers with you.
The dark curtains, 
The light cracking through the window,
The AC blowing,
The pictures all over.

I always think of falling asleep with you.
Our arms together,
Our legs intertwine,
Our bodies so close,
The most perfect of nights.

I always think of when I watched you sleep,
So calm, so peaceful, so happy you seemed. 
I would kiss your shoulder, and your head,
every chance I would get.

I always think of our mornings, 
You walking in with cups of coffee, 
snuggling up tight, catching any movie.

I always think of you,
Of us, 
Our days,
Our nights,
Our whens
Our wheres.

I always think 

Tears

Like a river they flow right out of my eyes down my cheeks.

No matter how hard I try to hold them back, I cannot control my tears.

No matter how hard I try and convince myself I am happy,

No matter how hard I try and stay positive,

Nothing works.

When your whole heart and every vain in your body knows you are unsatisfied,

How do you change your mood?

How do you stop your tears?