Every time I see you, it’s like being hit by a big ass bus;
Having all emotions flood in without mercy
But that isn’t the problem. It’s the recovery time after, because
I wish you’d stay but you never do.
My heart rests at the end of a string you pull.
I am helpless to fight. But I do.
And when all hope is gone
I wish on a million stars
and every time, you come back to me
and we get lost in our own world
only to wake up and miss you all over again.
(c) Al’Nysa S. Goodwin