Missing you is a hurt I’ve never felt. It’s not as easy as I thought it would be. It’s an ache, a pressure in my chest that’s heavy and dark and final. It makes me lose my breath, and my heart beat off beat. It’s lonely and dark and brings me to a desolate state of mind. It’s loving you and being angry with you because you hurt me with neglect. It’s hating the hope that’s left for us. It’s wanting to crush what light is left in our relationship so that I can move on. It’s regretting loving you, and wishing for nothing more than to love you. It’s sleepless nights and random fits of rage. It’s wishing that you’d love me again. It’s remembering how you held my hand and told me I was the only thing that mattered. It’s remembering how you lied about being with her, and how you didn’t chase me when I walked away. It’s that you haven’t called me back in days. It’s that I know I don’t matter, but can’t let go. It’s painful and soul crushing. I miss you more than anything, and love you more than anyone I’ve ever known.