losing you is like eating
pancakes without
syrup
not talking to you is like
rained out
baseball
fighting with you is like stubbing
your toe on your favorite
chair
missing you is like losing
your favorite
pen
nothing tastes the same
things i look forward to
let me down
everything betrays me
and no words are ever
written
the same
(its 12:22am so it counts as the 2nd)
