I felt like a book that you had marked with all your favorite pages. Our love was a story that knew no boundaries. But you lost the book and unmarked all the pages, and now I’m missing our story. I’m tired of all the texting Of all the late-night calls I’m tired of the constant Wanting And time feeling like walls I need your breath on my skin Your body asleep next to mine I can’t keep pretending I don’t miss you And that I’m fine
