The rolling piece

Everytime you drop me off
My heart feels heavy, my body weak
Ironically, for leaving my major chunk
To be carried along with you

All i cravingly carry in possession are
the vision of you smiling
The smell of you in my nerves
The dance in my eardrums
To the way you laughed hours ago

Though i hate this distance
I love this pain in missing you
I love the thirst for your presence
I love myself longing for your arms
I find it aesthetic to be in the pain

After all im your loving psycho