Nights Like These

Nights like this one
I stay up too late.
I let my self remember.
I let my eyes spill,
tears stinging my cheeks.
All I feel is an incredible
urge
to kiss you.
A longing for your lips on mine.
One more time.
One last kiss.
Closure?
I never got it.
God damnit.
These lips are so empty
without your breath behind them.
Strengthening each syllable.
Giving the words purpose.
I'm making it.
I can get through the day.
I'm ok.
But I fear that without you
I'll never be more than ok.
I got into too much too fast,
and once you get a taste of love,
you can't give it up.
Its the strongest addiction out there.
Worse than any drug.
And on nights like this one,
I feel the withdrawls the hardest.
My body aches,
my stomach churns,
and I can't stop crying.
I'm a hopeless addict.

By the way, whomever said "its better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all" had obviously never "loved and lost". Your argument is invalid. Without ever loving, there would be nothing to be hurting over. Dear author of this quote: You are an arrogant, unloved, dick. Fuck off and go tell your pansy bull shit to someone who cares.