sometimes I lay in bed, curled under the covers and cry myself to sleep. the soft fluffyess of my sheets could never compare to your skin-your warmth nestled around me from head to toe. I sleep in a puddle of tears with the phone by my side, hoping. even though I know I may never hear your voice at the end of the line again. I really fucked up and im sorry. even though sorry cant compare to the damage I left on your heart. I ripped through you like a hurricane, leaving nothing in sight. I shredded your hopes and fears and left them amongst the rumble. no insurance policy can compensate you for what I did, but I still thought I would say sorry-I miss my best friend.
five years is a lot of time. children tansform to adults, teams come and go as winners, styles change, lingo shifts and art transforms and you really can get to know a person.
like to think that for a moment
one knew you better than me.
its those days…
the happy, sad, go lucky, I cant do anything kind of day that gets me.
its those days when I want to pick up the hone and dial.
you knew me better than my momma,
and all the right words seemed to come from your lips.
I miss those those days
now those days leave me unfulfilled
I misss those days
just like I miss my best friend
there are always those moments
that I wsh I could share with you
all those little details that might not really matter
I feel your presence plaguing me.
your essence is handcuffed to my mind and has left a stench in my mental.
a smell so unbearable that all the little details I once loved are now intolerable.
I don’t know what to do cause I cant stop noticing and I cant stop smelling…