5 Days

We haven't spoken since Thursday For what reason I'm not entirely sure. All I know is that I'm deeply hurt, And I'm falling apart. If I was already broken, by now I must be a fine dust. Oh lord, what is this nonsense? Why do we put ourselves through such torture, Why do we feel the need to separate ourselves from those things that make us bleed? I can choose between bleeding, and not breathing, I'm drowning, now, drowning in the love I feel from him. And whether he knows or not, I do. I know that I love him. While he may not mine the person I fell in love with two years ago, He is still the person who holds my soul. Jesus Lord, it's been too long. I miss him. I miss him like one would miss their own existence. Though its weak and disgusting, I don't feel myself without him. He's become a part of me, And I feel utterly lost without him.