I feel you in my veins. My heart murmurs your name. My soul cries out when you're not around, and, right now, you are not around. I wish that I could reach out and feel your touch once more. I wish that I could pull you in and hold you tight. I desire the graze of your lips on mine, but it's fine, I know destiny did not assign you my name.
My knees are black and blue, my voice is raspy from praying out to the Lord that He, or whomever it may be, would rewrite our prophecies so that you and I were meant to be. I do not have faith in myself to survive in this world without you. You are my lungs. You are my dreams and without you peaceful sleep can never exist. I'm sick of these nightmares with open eyes.
I miss your scent, your lips, your hips, I miss all of you. I miss your mind and the places our conversations would go. I have traveled further and deeper in an hour with you, than 23 years on my own. I feel like my life is no longer only my own, but rather it is partially yours. After all, my soul is partially you and my mind is consumed by you and my heart knows only of you and my tongue shouts only your name. It's a shame that you and I are miles apart. It's a shame that my heart has to learn once more how to beat without you. I feel defeated without you. I have forgotten how to breathe without you. I am unconvinced that the world even exists without you.
I see the trees, I feel the breeze, I hear the shouts of innocence, but none of it is real. The only thing that is real in this place is you and I... but you and I are no more. And I can't help but to wonder, if I... am also no more.