Words to Who

missheidimae:

This kind of heartbreak is a new kind of miserable. 

Edit: It’s not the boy. It’s just roommates. 

missheidimae:

This is where I’m meant to be.
They are who I’m meant to love.

I’m wandering, but
I am not lost. 

I am not lost.  

My face turns up, I feel the rain. 
The sky cries on my skin.
It looks so scared, so lost, alone.
I long to let it in.

I wish I could wipe all its tears
And make it feel all better.
But here I sit, balloon in hand;
I’m writing it a letter.  

I have not written for some time. 

Not even just a single line. 

I could not think of what to write.

Just typing this has been a fight. 

But here I am, still writing more. 

While sweat drops out from every pore. 

It seems I have formed poets block. 

But I’m no poet, I am a crock! 

My friends are gone and none are here. 

When I’m alone, the dark I fear. 

I’m tired, I’m angry, I just miss you so. 

I’m tired, I’m angry, I won’t let you go. 

I’m tired, I’m angry, I want you with me. 

I’m tired, I’m angry, I want you to see.

I want you to see just how much you are missed.

I want it from you, from who I am kissed.  

I’m happy, I promise, I know what is true. 

I’m happy, I promise, I know I love you. 

Early to bed, early to rise. 

Lay down your head, close your sweet eyes.