Wed, 10/29/2014 - 09:45 -- El.Bee

I dreamt of you last night. 

I miss you a great deal today. 
I miss who you were yesterday. 
Or was it years ago?
Dreams make it tough to feel the difference
between dawn and dusk;
between what's real and surreal. 
Missing you is like withdrawing from a chemical I've become so dependent on.
Yet I can't pretend to understand what it's like to withdraw from such chemicals,
however I cannot fathom an itch worse than you. 
The belief of who you were gets under my skin and diffuses through my body like a virus with a single goal...
To consume and destroy any hope of moving on. 
I miss you today; it has fully engrossed me. 


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