hell exists in the inside of my mind.
it sprouted the day i found heaven in you.
you killed me, cast me out of heaven and thrust me in the land that you created.
hell is you pushing me away,
hell is the turning of my stomach when i think of you with him when it should be me,
hell is the thought of being erased from your mind,
hell is you giving up because it's hard and inconvenient,
hell is missing you in the morning, missing you in the afternoon and missing you at night.
hell is the dreams of you running back to me and waking up in the nightmare that is you being gone.
hell is the nostalgia of heaven, the taste of your lips, the what if's and the uncertainty of tomorrow.
hell is waiting,
it's time wasting away instead of taking it by the reigns.
hell is missing you
but most of all hell is loving you.