You're Gone.

You’re not here anymore
to laugh at my stupid jokes
and say “I love you”
to make me feel special
or loved in any way.
You’re not here anymore
to make me breathe
the air that you’ve become to me
to let me brush my lips against
the water that you’ve become.
I try to replace you with the smoke of a cigarette
the taste of bitter alcohol
and the excitement of any mix of drugs,
but nothing can bring you back.
 

This poem is about: 
Me

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