I miss you,
so much that it scares me to see you.
Would you be mad if I told you?
my love for you sings in silence.
I heard your voice in the cabin of my car
driving to see you while getting high,
shaping my symptoms from falling behind
telling you I lied, I wanted to cry.
These times I wanted to hide,
that these days of being alone have
given me the strength to pass life by.
I thought of an intro much livelier than that,
an extrovert who dreams of your silence rather than your sigh.
Sometimes I think about what I’ve left behind,
consuming energies darker than mine
all for performing a damn fucking lie,
regretting the lone nights I didn’t have
What is an extrovert in bed called?
a loud scream for peace absent of goodbye.