programchaos

Oh you,
Like rain you are to my desert.
I dream of you at night,
between my sleepless hours.

Upon waking,
I search everywhere for a sign,
That you were really there with me,
I can still feel your sweat on my skin.

I hate,
When the pillow smells
like you never left when,
in reality, you're long fucking gone.

It's not,
the time wasted
or the hard feelings
or the jealousy,
it's just
you.