I MISS YOU
I miss you, a little more than I should
I miss us, or the idea of what could be
I miss it, that moment in the rain
I miss them, those pretty lips locked with mine
I miss it, the feeling of your hands on me
I miss you and you don’t know how much
I miss it, the sound of your shrieks when startled
I miss it, the feeling on your hair on my hands
I miss him, the guy who held me like he’d never let go
I miss him, the guy in whom I surrendered me
I miss them, those long conversations at night we forced to end
I miss you but you seem to be just fine
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