Lauren Bellfort (from the notes of Ryan Lancaster).

You're waiting by the sea, on the oceanic boardwalk along the bay front for my arrival.

You're biting your lip because you miss the way that I taste. You're tasting copper and salt.

You're looking into the horizon with your eyes as blue as twilight.

You're singing songs that echo off of the walls where you keep your vacant bed. It doesn't feel the same anymore without my warmth so you sleep on the floor.

Your hair is unkempt from the salty air, undyed. Your roots are showing because you just don't care anymore. You've got on your favorite dress. The one I always said looked the best on you. Your tears are leaving highways across your face because you can't stand the pain. You feel so alone.

Your arms are crossed.

I feel your pain.