i. I miss you. Each day that you’re gone feels like a bullet in my chest. I’ve spent too many nights clawing open the wound that you left, now I’m sure it’s never going to heal.
ii. I’m sorry for pushing you away. Each day that you’re gone feels like I’ve lived and died a thousand times. Every star screams out for you, to come back, to come home.
iii. The infection in my heart is spreading. Each day that you’re gone feels like my bones are splintering. Ten thousand fragments entering my bloodstream, ripping my veins open from the inside out.
iv. I’ve spent the last week scratching open my throat. Each day that your gone feels like my skin is cracking open. The words that have died in my mouth are trying to shatter my teeth and tear open my lips, just to reach you again.
v. The sun doesn’t seem to want to rise today. Each day that you’ve been gone hurts more than the next. The moon doesn’t want to stay in the sky, it wants to rip a hole in space and time and slip away from reality. It would seem I do as well.