Feel the absence of.

Feel the absense of.


This akward enigma is consuming me.
You're touch is all that keeps me sain.

That look is undefying.
This touch is all I need, to keep me existing.

So don't leave unless you must,
because let me tell you,
your eyes are mystifying.

But your words are,
beyond your existance.
Those actions were against our will.

Your eyes are no longer mystifying,
they're a gaze without a steady look.

I'm beginning to feel the absense of,
a missing piece.