i miss you

i miss the constant 3 am fighting 

your shattered words upon my fragile skin 

those breathless lips that once spoke of our love

but slowly exhaled for the last time

i miss the lightning in your eyes and the storm that came with it

was it love i truly felt? 

for never did my hear skip a beat at the sound of your voice

yet it shatted like a porcelain vase at the sight of your pain

was love an emotion 

or was it a word written in a fairy tale which we both adored and comsumed

our love was silent

never to be heard of again