Broken Heart Chronicles

What do I do when I miss you?
What do I do when you’re all I think about … all I dream about?
I can’t message you,
I can’t call you,
I can’t tell you I love you and want you back.
My friends say move on but that doesn’t stop the tears at night … or the breakdown.
You’re like a drug and I’m addicted to you,
Addicted to your voice,
Your words,
Your laugh,
Your accent.
I know you’re not good for me.
You just push me away and break my heart again and again … and again.
I have no one to talk to about this.
You ruined me,
You ended me,
You … you killed me.
You are both the problem … and the cure.
So, tell me what to do,
Because life without you seems sad and pointless.