Miss

I miss messing with my miss, 

Listen listen 

Listen to the palpable rythm, 

Of my periodic heartbeat,

Pounding in proud perfection,

Into the cardial cavity, of my empty chest.

At each heartbeat,

My heart pounds, 

Sad to be alone,

Boom clap boom clap, 

Goes the sound of my heart,

When I think about all we did, 

I miss messing with my miss.