my life is so different now that i’m back home, in my childhood bedroom, after hardly having spent any decent chunks of time here in the past two years. thoughts of the way things once were and the way i thought things would still be often flood my head, so naturally i’ve been writing poems about it such as this one, which i have titled “I miss you”
i miss you.
sometimes i feel like i don't exist
or maybe i just don't want to.
i'm afraid to be awake,
stuck with the thought of you,
followed by your memory.
i'm afraid to sleep most nights,
knowing we'll inevitably be reunited in my dreams.
and dreams end.
a painful reminder that its no longer real,
and feels like it never was.
everything i did i did for you.
so now i no longer know why,
or even how,
to do anything.
you follow me too close,
wherever i go,
but only when you're many miles away.
i miss you.
real. raw. audrina. 