Dead

My head is riddled with the thought of you. I ache for your touch and it's nowhere in sight. I miss your voice, yet it's nowhere to be heard. You, this divine creature that cared about me so indifferently. Me, just skin and bones, with so little to offer someone as special as you. Stop trying to be better, get better. This halfway is hell and I know too well I'll be stranded here without you. And it'll be the death of this me.