I don't.
But I miss what he said.
I miss what he did.
I miss what he wanted.
It's not that I miss him.
Because I don't.
But I miss the way he treated me.
I miss the way he held my hand.
I miss the way he kissed me.
It's not that I miss him.
I really do not.
But I miss how he'd talk to me all day.
I miss how he'd tell me everything.
I miss how he'd hold me tight.
It's not that I miss him.
There's not a chance.
But I miss him needing me.
I miss him wanting me forever.
I miss him loving me.
It's not that I miss him.
I promise you I don't.
But I miss who he used to be.
No comments:
Post a Comment