something that Shakespeare would've said better

I'm crying my eyes out over you all the time, dear.
Smiling at screens in public scenes;
    the miles stretch further every time we speak.

It’s a slap in the face, my love.
When your song passes through my ears,
   and I’m ready to leave the Earth I’m standing on
       at 5 am.
Surrounded by suits who look nothing like you.

My heart drops like a stone, darling.
When i see the back of your head in a crowd,
    and a stranger turns around.

I won’t say I love you.
I’m in too deep;
   afraid to drown,
       and honey, you’re pulling me down.

I’m just waiting for this bed to feel a little smaller,
   but everyday the wait feels so much longer.
So, I fill the days with strangers and with stranger thoughts
    of a world the way I used to know it,
        without you.
A world where nothing seems to fit.

Nothing feels right without you near, poppet.
Shakespeare probably said it best,
  though I don’t know what he said.
I just want you closer.

Nobody’s life has a purpose.
But, I reckon we’ve found meaning in waiting for each other.
So hurry the fuck up,  Joshua.