In its simplest form,
All any of this means
I miss you
I need you
I want you
I love you.
I love you so much it takes my breath away.
But I’m lonely without you
To speak to
And I’m terrified when it’s
So I pour out words
To fill the empty space
And listen to them echo,
Imagining the returning voice is yours,
And I hope you understand the words
That I give you
But I’m not so sure…
They don’t seem to make a difference
Or you misunderstand the meanings,
There are no guns that I aim at you.
The gun is simply choice or consequence,
Either way ends with destruction
Of what we have or what we have,
But I know what destruction I’d choose.
My words are not meant to be complicated,
Just a way of letting you know
How much you mean to me,
How much I