i. all of my friends mean a lot to me,
but you, you meant more than: the universe
the galaxies and every gold mine.
(please note the past tense.)

ii. it's January now, and although I feel the world should appear
vastly different, it just comes off as
bleakly the same.
(like a record stuck on repeat,
stuttering over the same broken rhythm.)

iii. I think I'll miss your hair in the summer, your
lips in the winter and your
fingers every day in between.
(they were always too careless and cracked.)

iv. caffeine is all that's fuelling me now, mixed in with some
harsh rock tunes, bad poetry and
cheap conversation.
(you used to be my reason for living.)