I Hurt

My heart is semi broken and freezing cold... its been so long since he's held me close and told me pretty things, since i've felt the warmth of a boy against my bare skin. It's an impenetrable lonliness, that as much as i love her, she cannot fill, but indeed does make it bearable.

Still i wish i could feel him. But he's not here and i'm alone, and i'm scared i've missed his calls, missed a chance to talk to him, to help him or to have him fix this dark and scary place inside me.

I would run to him if it would help, but he wouldn't be there. The anticipation makes it so much better when he's here... but so much harder when he's gone.