Hell.

Do you know what hell is like?  
Hell is sleeping on my back feeling your finger tip trace my chest tat.  
Hell is dreaming of wrapping my arms around you.  
And waking up alone.  
Hell is a little something like hearing the softest whisper.... "baby" at 3am and rolling over to nothing but silence.  
Hell is swearing you fell asleep with your hand in mine and wondering if you've gone crazy.  
I'm constantly wondering what you're doing and if you're thinking of me...  
 
I can't get you out of my head.  
 
I'll miss everything. From your smile right down to the look you'd give me when you were angry.