I catch myself often, looking for you in a sea of people.
I know you will never return and I know I will never move on.
We are pathetic in that sense as human beings.
I can never settle for anyone that I don’t have that instant connection with.
I write and even as the years pass you still remain somehow sickly entwined with every story.
I am dying and I realize that to survive, first you must want to live.
I no longer care to live anymore I only want to escape.
Close the coffin and allow me to miss you no longer.