seconds without you

the clock it reminds me

of every minute im without you

sick slam

of the second hand

that's all there is anymore

minutes are gone

hour counting no more

infuriating

confusing

and maddening

tick

tick

tick

tick

tick

on and on

all day long

i shut my eyes

and reach for you

your there, and i can breathe again

the smell of your neck

the feel of your hair against my cheek

tick

goes the second hand

and im snapped back into reality

which funny enough feels like a bad dream

nothing makes sense

scenes of life running into one another

up is down and time is twisted

not like when im with you

when im with you, time flows as it should

up is up and wrong is wrong

and right is all i feel

with you.

when its been too long

i start to lose faith

i forget what it feels like

to know that everything is, and will be OK

i lay there

on the floor

staring up at father time

and he stares back

weighing down on me so hard

that i can barely breathe

the nights are heavy

the air is thick

im being haunted by a ghost

whose name i do not know

madd

clenched

aching only for your skin

and its salty taste

your laugh

your sweet smile

that smile stretches out our moments

and makes them seem like forever

tick

tick

tick

tick

every tick, a tear

every tear, a tick

its the ticks that make me older

its the tocks that fucking exhaust me

i need to be near you

its that simple.