yasp 6

i pay a heavy toll when i wean myself off from you every night after our longish conversations on the silliest of things, though i know it would be morning in a hours few, i yearn so much to stay back and talk on, and on and on, i am obsessed like insane to these paraphernalia that so signify us, gurgles of bursting laughter, silences that are understood, a certain confessions that are avoided, suppressed obvious bouts of anger, the way we astonish one another, the fragrance that prevails in the air around, the warmth of our togetherness, sounds of midnight bells, sigh my fear of movingg away,

for you, i turned into black, for you the color black became me, you in oblivion have tortured my muteness, my wait for you has eaten into my soul, my conscious has lost itself in tryin to feel you in thin air, nothin but thin air, cold midnight dark air, tearin me from where we were so glued has been a maddenin pain, our split has questioned my survival, believe me, you will not, gettin over you has been the hardest thing..

i have so dissolved into you..can't tell ya..undissolvin doesn even look like a distant question

and you can't even begin to fathom the loss i have gained