everyday and every second in between…

I long for the familiar touch, of you. You use to tell me I was your world, but yet I deserve only “to desi, i dont know what to say, I am sorry” but other people get more? Doesnt make since and I guess to me it never will… I cry every single day.. and if its not through tears its through actions. My heart shivers, for warmth of anything… to pick me up and fix this pain that has entered so deep that it slowly just tingles throughout my veins.. surrounding my broken heart, filling it with lifeless blood.