Two weeks

As each day dawns, i no longer think its another brand new day. its another day without you. another day without your love. it has been two weeks. two weeks of a dead like state. two weeks of torture. two weeks of pain. two weeks of tears. its another second without you, another minute, another hour without you.and its another day without you. another week. two weeks of not caring, not loving and most importantly two weeks of not loving one self. two weeks of wondering, unsurety, unlove, undermined dreams, two weeks of absolute craziness. two weeks of falling and still not touched the ground. two weeks of chaos. two weeks of madness. two weeks of broken and hopes dashed. two weeks of not holding hands, two weeks of no chats over coffee, two weeks of no conversations about the future, two weeks of nothingness but darkness. i  wish two weeks was all it took.