hoping that you would miss me as much as i miss you.
wondering if you miss me as much as i miss you.
probably not.
i miss you so much that each time i hear your name, there's a part of my chest that squeezes.
i miss you so much that i wouldn't dare to say that to you personally.
my feelings for you are still as strong as they were before,
i was lying when i said that they were fading away.
they might be.
but i miss you so much that i hate every single person that gets to spend more time with you.
i miss you.
i wish you were here.
in my arms.
back where we started.
full of hope and happiness.
were you really that unhappy?
were you really upset with how i was?
i'm better now without you,
or is it that you're better now without me?
was it all my fault?
was it all me?
i just wish that you had loved me until the very end.
but it felt like you were just using me for attention.
i just wanted one thing and you knew that.
yet you still took advantage of me.
hopefully things will cool down.
hopefully i will be able to move on,
these feelings dying away.
i wish you were here.
wondering when you would come back versus realizing that you will never come back.
i wish you were here.
but only i would be happy.
that's not what i want.
i want to be happy that you're happy without me.
that you're so open without me.
but i can't help this evilness, this bitterness inside of me.
you're everywhere i go.
i see you everywhere,
i hear your voice everywhere,
your touch still apparent on my skin.
i miss you.
i love you.
can i have just one last i love you?
one last kiss?
one last meal?
maybe another hug?
maybe another forehead kiss?
if i would go back,
i would do it all over again.
even if we moved too fast.
even if i was so desperate for someone's love to make me feel validated.
even if i was so needy, so clingy for your attention.
i wouldn't trade those memories for the world.
i love you.
and i miss only the memories now.
just kidding.
i still miss you, just a little less than before.
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incomplete
Romancepoetry of lost love, unrequited love, and love that makes even the most incomplete complete.
