I know I used to be able to go on for hours about how much I missed you and how I would sacrifice limbs for another one of those hugs where my hands melted into your waist and your perfume clung to my clothes because that was I home I had taken for granted. I meant everything I ever said as I was saying it and every word meant the world to me, but I'm glad you never took me up on those offers. You are a poisonous gas that seeps into my pores as your kind but empty words dance into my ears. Please, just stay gone.