Creeping

I woke up to you this morning, in my dream. It was so vivid that I didn't want to wake up for work. A bittersweet sentiment. "Like a heartbreak you can't let go of because it hurts too good." I've been working so hard to get over you, but I've realized that I don't want to let you go yet. Too bad what you want and what is good for your are two completely opposite factors.
I've never wanted to let you go, though I pushed you away constantly, I've always gone against what is ideally good and healthy for me. The acknowledgments of a self-masochist right? Terrible, bad news bears.
I know I need and have to get over you, I almost did, but this last time shattered the entire productivity. Now I don't know if I'll ever get you out of my mind for the time being or ever stop aching to have you back in my life.
I miss your hands.
I miss your arms.
I miss your shoulders.
I miss your neck.
I miss your scent.
I miss your eyes.
I miss your voice.
I miss you.
So much, that it hurts all over it again.
You've crept back into me.
You don't need to tell me how big of a fucking idiot I am to still want him. Because I already know all that
This is going to take a while to get over.
What I need is a miracle.