It's not vanity
It's not the constant chaos
I need around me
To dilute the noise
The sound of silence so deafening
Each night I watch the time tick by it's f*cked
It's not insanity
It's the desperation
For what I can't speak on
This poem sucks
So does everyday without you
Miss you more than you'll ever know
This is hell on earth
Can we skip this chapter
Without this endless pain
I force myself to ignore my instincts every day
I'm miserable
I worry constantly yet I divert my thoughts
I miss learning from you
And the worst part
Is "you"
I don't even know
But I'd like to
Talk about time travel and be your biggest fan
I still am
I always will
I wish I could ignore the loud mean things in my head
I believe in whatever she shares
I read your stuff about distance and whatever
But it's hard for my brain to comprehend
Anything
No matter what
You'll always be the best damn thing
Wishing I was talking to you always