Before Inebriety

Do you even know me? How I feel? Where I came from? What it took for me to be here?

Why?

Why do you hurt me with your casual lies? Your mocking laugh? Your scorning words? Your cold looks? Your twisted ways? Your uncertainties? Your mixed signals?

What else is there? After I have given all that I can and more, what else is there?

When you are not here...

I think of you too much.

I am missing you even more.

I see you wherever I go.

I think I hear your voice somewhere.

I dream of you.

I long for you.

I wait for you.

I despair.

I...

Nevermind. You're not here anyway, so there's no way you could possibly understand how much of a wreck I am when you're not here.