i miss you.

i'm so used to carrying your heart in my pocket. i got so used to needing you.

it all happened when i wasn't looking - you slipped quietly through the darkness, into my life, into my heart. i lay awake at night, waiting for you to talk to me, to hear you say my name. you became a part of me, there is a place in my heart for you alone.

now you're gone.

there's a hole where you used to be; a hole in my life, in my heart, in my soul. i want to crawl inside it, curl up, and lay there until its all over. i want to sleep, i don't want to think, or feel anymore. i don't want to feel like this. i just want to sleep and sleep until i am better; until my heart is healed, until my soul is again mine, until my memories aren't so close to the surface, and neither is the pain.

i miss you, and you will always have a place in my heart, but you can no longer have a place in my life.

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