How Come I Miss You.

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How come

It had to turn out this way?

It could have been different.

We could have made it work.

I wish we had.

I miss you.


How come

We stopped talking?

We were so close.

We went to school together.

We had our own language.

We were inseparable.

I miss you.


How come

You pushed me away?

Did I do something wrong?

Can I make it better?

Tell me what to do.

I want you as my friend again.

I miss you.


How come

You said "I hate you"?

I just said "Hello."

I want to talk to you again.

We were never like this.

I'm sorry that you feel this way.

I miss you.


How come

You are making jokes about me?

I thought you were above that.

I guess we are all wrong at some point.

They said you didn't deserve my trust.

I wish I believed them but, I believed you.

I miss you.


How come

It hurts so much when you glare?

We haven't talked in a year.

What did I do?

Please tell me because I can't take it.

I miss you.


How come

You made everyone hate you?

I wish you would talk to me.

I cried last night think about you.

Please just give me a smile. 

I want to see that beautiful face of yours.

I miss you.


How come

You sit alone at lunch?

You won't even let me sit with you.

So many years gone.

I hate this so much.

I miss you.


How come

Your wrists are bleeding?

Do you notice?

I want to give you a hug. 

Will you let me near you?

I'm sorry if you are uncomfortable around me.

I miss you.


How come

You asked to be moved away from me?

I can change.

I just want you to be loved.

I want to be the one who loves you.

I'm trying I swear.

Please, I'm sorry.

I miss you.


How come

Your hate is driving me crazy?

I wanted to die last night.

I thought it would make you happier.

Should I try?

Will it give you a smile?

I'm desperate.

I miss you.


How come

Your crying?

I did it to make you happy not sad.

Don't cry!

I fuck everything up!

How can I make you happy again?

I'm so tired.

I miss you.


How come

I can't stop missing you?

You're a drug.

An addiction that I can't get enough of.

You're like my own type of Heroin.

Once I run out.

I miss you.


How come

I miss you?


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