Missing You.
Some days, I want to see the world.
Others, I want to sit in a chair, all curled
Some days, I want to sing and dance around.
Others, I want to sleep and in my bed; I'll stay bound
Some days, I want to draw magnificent pictures
Others, I want to be like water dripping in a pitcher.
Drip. Drop.
Drip. Drop.
Some days, I want to kiss you.
Others, I want to fall in an abyss with you.
I miss you.
This poem is about:
Me