I miss

I ponder every once in a while about life. 

About the things I've done.

All things Iv'e screwed up on. 

What I have sacrificed.

I get this feeling every time, 

like I'm empty...

It's because I miss it. 

I miss you. 

I miss being in love. 

I miss my best friend. 

I want to talk to you all night again. 

I miss feeling butterflies.

Yet our relationship was full of lies. 

I miss being told I'm gorgeous,

that I'm worth it. 

I miss your warm hands, and the way you made me blush. 

I miss talking about stupid things, 

and always having someone there for me. 

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... earnest and honest ... moving and soulful ... beautifully written ...