She asked for space...
And it's hard to cope.
Like something is missing,
Like dreams you never told.
I feel like a river with no sea,
A fruit without a tree.
I want to call, to message, to go—
I wonder if you miss my bed, or if you're cold.
I want to explode.
And I want to play music.
I need to crash, to disappear, to smoke, to dream.
I feel like a painting no one has seen,
I feel like a night without sin.
I miss your moon in my eclipse—
Your smell, your eyes, your lips.
I toss and turn; my room feels angry,
Like it misses your voice, your thoughts, your envy.
But you asked for silence, and I shall give,
Even if I burn.
I yearn.
I miss.