It's 1a.m.
It's been a while
We stopped talking
Like voices went out of style
I missed you like a lost limb
But couldn't face our arguing
I love you but I'm so scared
Of losing you
Now I don't care
I just want you to know
I'll always be here
You make me feel in place
You're the last piece to my puzzle
You're the shard to the broken heart
The one who makes my drawings, art.
If you were ink you'd be under my skin,
If you were air you'd reside in my lungs,
If you were love you'd sit in my heart,
But you do all this anyway,
I miss you and it kills me every day.
-9-
This is for the one person who can actually make me feel alive, for the girl who makes my heart jump into my throat, makes my knees go weak and makes my life complete - and now she realises - I love her.Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
