#missing somone

[lets-dance-to-joy-division]

not knowing the price of flight

would be my blood and breath,

I flew away on silver wings

to find an open empty chest.

I'm left with aching in the marrow

of bones that crave your touch.

maybe I could be a sparrow

and fly to who I miss... so much?

-Sparrow-

BL 2022

[cici-thehikikomori]

I really fuckin' miss you.

My heart has left me to follow you.

[mranthroposcene]

I recently learned i like walking at night. There.

[deludedpoetry]

I thought that things like this get better with time But I still need you, why is that? You're the only image in my mind So I still see you... around I miss you like everyday Wanna be with you, but you're away Said I miss you, missing you insane But if I got with you, could it feel the same? Words don't ever seem to come out right But I still mean them, why is that? It hurts my pride to tell you how I feel But I still need to, why is that? I miss you like everyday Wanna be with you, but you're away I said I miss you, missing you insane But if I got with you, could it feel the same? — Beyonce, I Miss You 

[unhiddenfeelings]

If I had to go back a year and do it all over again, I would despite how distant we are now. The feelings of being with him was so relaxing and comforting. But all good things must come to an end right ?

[blackmoreremington]

Sometimes.

Sometimes, I miss you. When it’s late at night and the lights are low and the world has somehow pressed the mute button on itself, it seems that that is when the thoughts of you are loudest. They scream their way into my brain and I get lost in their reverberations. Bouncing from side to side, vibrating and multiplying, crowding out any extra space. They eat at my mind, destroying any single thought in my head that is not of you. But that is only… Sometimes, I’m still in love with you. When the sun is shining its brightest and dances around me, and you’re standing next to me on the edge of the world and the only thing that separates us is a cloud of smoke and wavering inhibitions. But that is only… Sometimes, I think you’re still here. When the scent of the ocean, or the flowers, or the whiskey is just right and there is nothing for me to do except close my eyes and breathe you in and get lost in your ghost. When the cold wall against my back begins to feel like your arms and my pillow beats just like your chest. But that is only… Sometimes, I pretend it’s the future. When you realize you never stopped loving me, and the aching in your chest grows sharp enough that it carves its own creator’s name into your bones, and it’s me, and the thoughts get too chaotic and the sun is shining way too perfectly, and your entire world smells like my memory and you imagine you’re holding me instead of lying in your bed alone. But that is only…

[kiwikon]

Do you ever just sit in you bed and wonder if someone is thinking about. If someone wants you beside them at night?