i’m lonely and i miss you.

that’s all there is to say anymore.

i am all out of thoughtful prose and poetic analysis and freshly sliced chunks of insight. i just fucking miss you. it is this inferno, this billowing forest fire of simultaneous simplicity and complexity and it scorches the roots that tether us together. meticulous flames, weaving their relentless licking through the leaves and twigs and intricacies of our friendship, pretending to follow some calculated path of ravage and wreck. but it is much crueler than that, because it is nothing more than a huge stupid fire, and it has no plan or purpose, and it never fucking stops. it is unbroken and ferocious and it listens to no one. it is charring my insides and burning my nerve endings and has left the folds of my brain blistering and raw. with every plume of smoke i lose clarity and sense. with every patch of land it clears i feel the gap between us widen. your laughter is tinder for the unrelenting blaze. your tears are the ashes on my skin. and this ceaseless pounding sears my heart like nothing ever has before.

i can no longer conceptualize my feelings about you beyond the screaming at the forefront of my consciousness. i miss you. i miss you! i miss you i miss you i miss you!! and it sucks more than anything. it’s worse than i could’ve possibly imagined it would be. months upon months have slammed into me endlessly with no dissipation or relief from this overwhelming screeching.

i’m lonely. the forest burns. and i miss you.