how do you find peace with someone who's always talking about constantly being busy , missing them when all you want is a place in their schedule , slowly drifting away like a leaf falling from a tree barely hanging on gripping to what little bit of hope you have left pleuged with a continuous experience of desperate silent screams , soul crying out for a touch of gentle kindness , a thirsty tongue craving the soft kiss of their lips. finger tips warm breath smell of their skin against yours , you don't you accept it in silence knowing no matter how much you want it , it won't ever be listening to their sweet voice in your head when it's all you have left broken heart feeling separated by far distances while subsequently feeling like you're falling to pieces
