I miss you.

Gaze on the emptiness that is making itself more apparent everyday
Let it sink in until you learn to cry for what is lost
But it's never really been lost. It was never even there in the first place.

I wish i can meet someone who only needs to look at me to know and unravel whatever pain it is that im feeling. I don't know why, i know it's there, but i can't fully drag it out and get it over with.
I wish i could do the same for him.

Something missing...

It's 1.50 and i dont wanna sleep because im waiting for something new and different and an indication of life from you some sort of reaction to that but theres none
Theres none
Youre just throwing people away
I hate you for that
I hate you for being so immovable and stagnant and that mask over your beautiful face lessens your radiance and warmth
I dont even care what your reaction will be as long as theres something
But theres none
You look fcking dead

It frustrates me so much
Its like loving stone
Its crying over impossibility and my own idiocy at the same time from the same roots
It seems better to love an imaginary being