i miss being able to call you when im stressed
youd tell me its ok cause you know im the best
id tell you all my insecurities and youd put them at rest
telling me you love me and youd always have my back
but now it all feels colder
theres not as much hope
i feel myself drowning
no oxygen left
YOU ARE READING
I miss him
Poetryhere lies a chronicle of grief, sadness, and personal emotion i hope it might make someone feel less alone
