Cure

I hate the feeling of missing.
It's like my heart isn't listening.
It's dismissing.
I feel like I am missing.

My life is great, but there is somethings I don't appreciate.
Because I am missing a certain something.
My thoughts are jumbled.
And my words are mumbled.
There is no cure.
Unless I have pure.
Pure love from Honey.
Honey Bunny.
Honey Bear.

It's undefined how I am so attached.
She is my patch.
To my broken heart.
Without her.
There is no cure.