I miss you , I'm going back home to the west coast, where I can smell the ocean and feel the breeze. No matter where I go it isn't home. I need you here, you're my home. And I miss you, and I love you. While I'm standing all alone I know you are too and I want to stand beside you but I can't I'm not strong enough to stand with someone yet. I know we are strong together, but being strong together and alone is the key. I'm not strong alone. I'm just as broken as the streets I roam at night searching for you or some drug to get me on a high to lose faith in myself and the love I refuse to let go of.
YOU ARE READING
Maybe I'm crazy. Or worse Maybe I'm sane.
PoetryThis is just some odd and in short writes I've done through out the years.
