Fuck, I miss you.

Wait. That’s not poetic.

Let me try it again.

[wow, I sound pathetic]

I ache for you

like winter’s day

craves sun’s

sweet kiss

and heated play.

I long for you

like April rains

escape the clouds,

same burst,

same pain.

Ah, screw it.

I miss you.

It’s as simple as that

and no pretty words

can change that fact

~j

And now,
tonight,
I’ll do
as such.

Hang head
off bed,
fill brain
with rush.

And stay
just that way;
til’ discomfort 
submit.

Rather all
memories explode
than this

mind

with you

in it.

~j~