_____ by T E Vaughner

You don't exist
And most days I'm okay with that knowledge
But on days like today
I miss you
And the pain is unbearable

I could drink but alcohol only makes me sleepy

I could take heroin but I don't like feeling out of control

I could fuck but mindless sex only leaves me feeling used

I could do many things
But all I do is sit in this house
And think about how nice it would be
To watch you as you sleep
And know that I am loved by you

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