It's been over a month
since you stopped talking to me.
I miss you terribly,
like I miss the girl i use to be.
Tomboy,baggy jeans,uncaring of what people thought of me.
But I grew up,or maybe grew down.
I've lost that confidence and it hasn't been found,
for over 7 years now.
And I miss you,like my favourite pair of jeans.
that mum threw away because they had holes in the knees.

I miss you,like happiness,
that's what you gave to me.
Along with your
purple Aeropostale hoodie.
It was comfy and nice,
that happiness I felt inside,
(the hoodie too)
but that went away,
when you decided to leave
without saying Good-Bye