My Folly

I realize now why I make these mistakes. It's not an excuse for use, but it's an explanation to myself. I miss you. This bitterness of spending my days alone, only made worse by the times you cut short when we it's made possible that we may talk over distance. Ironically, it still falls upon my shoulders, because I was the one that would bicker and complain about various petty things. The truth is, I love you. I love everything about you. I wouldn't still be here if I didn't. And it's the fact that I love you that I even complain. You see, I miss you. Every second I'm not with you I miss you. I miss you so much that the absence of that key ingredient in my life that is you simply boils my blood. You are the anticatalyst that keeps me from erupting into this rage of violent and destructive nature. Without you I'm a puddle of ruined lab matter, waiting for the physicists to drain my wasted form into the pipe. Without you here with me I've come to hate the world and everything in. I lock myself away until the day you return home. The day I shall encounter your warmth and loving embrace yet again. Until the day arrives that we might be joined forever as one, I will always be in this near-volatile state, waiting for the anticatylist, and the love of my life.