my hair is getting long and i miss you. the absence of endless travel stories of squeaky trains rattle through the cracks in my bones, and i miss you. your voice crawls into my head and under my skin, and i miss you. my new shoes give me blisters and my breasts look smaller in the mirror, and i miss you. the tv doesn’t work, the music won’t go loud enough, and i miss you. i got really, really drunk last night and right before my head stopped spinning and my eyes finally shut, i missed you. i see so many faces that we would adore, and everytime i see a new one i miss you. i forgot the way your dimples dance across your cheeks when you smile, so i saved all your facebook pictures to my mobile, and i miss you. im starving and yet i can’t eat, i can’t sleep but i can’t wake up, and i miss you. i haven’t written anything in a long, long time, and i miss you.
the saddest kind of sad
is the sad that tries not to be sad.
when side tries to bite its lip
and not cry
and say, ‘no, im happy for you’.
thats when its