I hate the taste of the disgusting cigarettes.
I hate it just about the same as I hate many things in this world.
I hate the clanking of the blinds when my window is open.
I hate the morning rays of sun waking me up from my empty dreams.
I hate the empty days that carry on when my tired eyes are forced to be open.
There are only a few things I love…
one of those things being you.
Yes, there are many things that I love about you, however that is all under one category.
Then there are things that I love that remind me of you.
But even then those things now are seeming to fade away.
Each waking thought is a moment in time I was with you, being wrapped in your arms is just one.
A few more things I hate just so happen to be each day I spend when im not by your side.
On these days the blinds clank so loudly, and the morning sun that you shielded from my resting eyes shines that much brighter.
The absence of you is everywhere.
Our empty sheets, followed by an empty home.
Out of our home I see the memories at the places they once took place.
Our last night together for one.
Coming home every day I remember the first day my eyes ever laid on this house.
With out you here… its impossible to call home.
With out you, I find that I love the taste of these cigarettes
I have come to love the morning rays of light, at least then the god gives me a good morning kiss.
Most importantly I have come to love not being able to breathe… because you\'re my air.