the things I do and the places I didnt go

I wrote this for you while you were gone because I realized for the first time in a while I miss someone. Is that special? I dont know. The context of the poem isnt sweet.
Love is hard when addiction is present.

If I could draw words
and say pictures
I would draw my words like curtains in the morning
So the delicate sunlight floods in
You've washed up on foreign shores in biblical seas
And I am washed up in an opiate I could drown in
My dreams, like delicate wisps of early clouds, are frail
and thoughts of your face makes them evaporate
to condense in my eyes
Valium pools and morphine seas will recreate the ocean
i sink into in when you are next to me



and inside i feel this same familiar and disorienting feeling right now
turning, turning

EDIT V2.0

If I could draw words
and say pictures
I would draw my words like curtains in the morning
So the delicate sunlight floods in
And in the yellow glow we would embrace
And I would feel like I had slept for days

You've washed up on foreign shores near biblical seas
And I am washed up in an opiate I could drown in

My dreams, like delicate wisps of early clouds, are frail
And thoughts of your face makes them evaporate
And then condense, and fall from my eyes

Valium pools and morphine seas will recreate the ocean
I sink into in when you are next to me