For Luxe

For luxe

I miss you
It has sure been a while, dear
And I haven't felt myself lately
Or felt you?
You're more of me that I am of me
If that makes sense
I'm sure it doesn't
But we can pretend

Long story short
I miss you
And your invisible self
Capturing my wrists in chains
Sewing my lips together
And glueing my eyes shut

I miss the ignorance you provide
Your lack of love
Your sense of apathy
Your binge smoking
Your sleeping all hours of the day
I miss you
I miss me