Helpless.
That’s how it felt to wake up and miss you;
Knowing I can’t do a single thing about it.
I push back the thoughts of wanting a hug from you,
Of needing so badly to feel your arms wrapped around me in such a comforting embrace.
You’re only six feet from me and my heart
is lounging out of my chest at you begging you to give me something-
Anything to hold onto to know that you still love me.
And maybe you have.
And maybe I wasn’t listening.
And now maybe you’re withdrawn and
I’m hurting and I feel that helpless hollow weight
in my chest where you used to be.
You can’t give me what I need because you don’t
have it but-
For some reason my heart keeps lunging back to
you with open arms like you aren’t going to hurt it again.
Like you never hurt it in the first place.
Keep going, I tell myself.
Keep going and don’t look back because I know I
can’t do anything about us.
But I’m only half of a whole without your love and
I don’t know how to fix that because;
You never gave me back the other half of myself.
