something fierce

Tonight I told the moon I missed you something fierce. Hiding behind the clouds, it acted like it did not give a damn about stories of us.

Rain came in the wake of a gray day, and I was left with just dreams of you, mute and monochromatic, its pregnant drops keeping you away from me.

So I turned to the stars and told them the same thing. They nodded and said they understood how it felt to miss someone ‘like crazy’, but they did not. They really did not.

Nothing could even begin to describe the state of a heart swollen with something as fierce as this.

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