Tonight is the first time I've cried since Tuesday. I've been carrying around this lump in my throat for days. My eyes burn like a desert. I miss you. I miss my special someone. I miss being someone's special someone. I miss cuddling with you, listening to your heart, laughing. I really miss laughing. I hate acting like everything is ok when it's not. I talk like it's no big deal when my heart is frozen in that scream, that moment you left.
Oh babe, come back to me. You saved me from myself and now I'm alone. Back to pretending that I have it all together. I didn't have to pretend with you. You loved me just as I came.
I've hated my body since you left. The old annoyances have resurfaced with a vengance. I want out of my skin. My body feels heavy, lethargic, it feels its age, whatever 32 feels like. Your youth is gone and life is grim again.
You were my hope. You were my dream. You were the reality I wanted in so many ways.
Come home and love me again.
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