What do you even mean when you say “miss you”, yet you won’t consider or look at me?
I miss you with a yearning where words are unable to convey it’s profoundness!
Each and every time, always do anyway. You are spellbound to my heart and soul.
I try to numb this hurt inside by either stabbing the wound or pretending it’s not even there.
Trying, and with silence screaming so loud, my mind will find enough pain, to one day make it so.
I wish you’d miss me like I miss you, but you hold the pen and just keep drawing schematics.