I miss you.
Where are you?
Why aren't you here?
Why does this hurt so bad?
Why do I even care?
You were never mine.
But I liked you. I like you.
And right before you left, you told me.
You like me too.
You sick jerk.
Why did you wait so long?
Because this hurts.
You hurt me by leaving.
If I had known that would be all it would take,
would I have let myself love you?
All I know is that if I had,
I wouldn't be missing you, now would I?
But I do.
I miss you.
I wouldn't be feeling this pain
that resides in my lungs
from the second hand smoke you let me inhale by being around me.
But even after all this,
I'm still curious;
Is there anyway you’ll come back to me,
or did that chapter end with you leaving?
Because I still miss you.