Bury Your Head

Fuck this. I cause you too much pain, too much distress. What can I do to help you? What must I do? I want to help you so badly.

I wish I wasn’t so tired every night. I wish I didn’t have to run. I wish I wouldn’t doze off at the computer screen. It hurts me just as much to say goodbye to you every night. I fucking hate the feeling when I wake up next morning, feeling empty, with only the prospect of another day at work to look foward to.

Not forgetting to mention the other prospect of having to summon all my will power to drag myself to the running track, when all I want to do is to sit back and relax after another long day at work. But I tell myself I have to, because I’m doing it for you. But when dusk falls, and I’m eagerly waiting for you in front of my computer screen, the day’s exertions take their toll on me and I’m so exhausted I can hardly stay awake.

So is what I’m doing for you really right?

I’m not sure. I don’t know. All I know is that I miss you like hell, my love. All I want is to be with you.

I Miss You

To have held your hands and kissed your lips
Is a gift I didn’t think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do
Is a three-fold, Utopian dream.

You do something to me that I can’t explain.
So would I be out of line if I said “I miss you”?

I see your picture.
I smell your perfume
On the empty pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone five days,
But already I’m wasting away.
I know I’ll see you again
Whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care,
And I miss you.

Is Not Absence Death To Those Who Love?

I miss talking to you online everyday.
I miss hearing about how your day has been.
I miss telling you about how my day has been.
I miss the random/funny/retarded/lovey dovey conversations.
I miss the emoticons.
I miss meeting you at our secret rendezvous.
I miss just being in your mere presence.
I miss your touch.
I miss holding your nice soft hands.
I miss those sexy long fingers of yours.
I miss your arms wrapped around me.
I miss holding you close to me and feeling our hearts beat together.
I miss your beautiful face that I could just stare at forever.
I miss the lips that made me fly.
I miss your voluptuous body
I miss the softness that you are blessed with.
I miss those sexy long legs.
I miss the endless love that you shower me with.
I miss the feeling that you and I are all that matters when we’re together.
I miss you terribly, my love.
I can’t do this without you.

Come home soon.

Slipping Away

I’m trying to make it through each day. I’m finding it harder to get by. I’m falling apart in every way.

Goodnight

I’ve got a million thoughts infesting my mind, every single one of them copulating with each other like rats and manifesting into even worser thoughts that are eating up my very soul. It’s been like that the whole day. I’m sick. I wish I could pen them down but it is so difficult and that would take forever. Who would be interested in them anyway. I don’t wish to burden you with them, my love. I’m sick. I hate myself. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for making you feel like crap. I really am sorry.

I miss you so bloody much, my love. I miss you like hell.

I love you.