i missed you last night. the 'you' that beauty glowed from. that glow has been dimmed.. from us. not just me. not just you. us. my thoughts have been nothing but you. if only i knew how to tell you whats deep inside. if only i trusted myself enough ... i missed you tonight. looking over at you. your soft smooth skin. your warm body.. observing through wet eyes.. glistened skin from salt .. my heart isn't finished. i know what i should do but deny it. put it aside. hope for change. since the start of humanity we do nothing but deny what we should do. we do what we don't want to do. fifty times i day "why is this so hard?" runs in circles in my head. ...because my heart is in your hands.. at one point synced with yours. cherished by yours. now it's criticized. unappreciated. stepped on. why do i love you? and for whatever fucking reason my heart cries for you. the thought of you gone brings a heaviness my heart has ever witnessed. the thought of seeing myself constantly dealing with you give up brings a fear with the heaviness. what do you do with a broken heart?