I promise this is the last time I let you leave

everytime you go you take pieces

creating cutting creases and cuddles seem to cease at the seam, always been the better part of bitter me my buttercup twin soul my sweet siamese

I guess that would be the reason my heart and lungs operate in the 50 percent capacities.

yet I still feel you as if you have filled my empty unease

I tell you its not as easy as you would think it be.

Just try being as empty as I, wait…you cant even understand that.

from my prospective you have everything.

The all of the other have of we

I mean us

I mean me

or you.

See nothing makes sense when somethings missing.