Still missing you.

I miss you like shooting stars miss the sky.
My heart continues to ache for you
in such a way that depression can't compare to how I feel.

Clutching the memories so close to me
in only a way that I can see

I'm suffocating by the fact that you're actually gone
and it's almost unbearable.

The realization that I will never get
a good-morning or good-night text
is sinking in
as I start to feel numb.
All the way to my core.

The chaos of my mind overcomes me
in the wee hours of the morning as the sun begins to rise
meanwhile I slowly slip into insanity.

My daydreams tend to conceive of what was
the reality of you (but you've vanished)

I can't believe you're gone
when I need you more than ever

(I'm still missing you)