Do I miss you or do I miss our moments?
The late night talks to only sleep for an hour and see each other next morning on the bus.
Your eyes darken with circles but still so beautiful
Our voices crack with exhaustion but light up with love.
Do I miss you or do I miss your hand in mines?
Walking down a vacant street enjoying the morning sun and the birds.
You wore my jacket but your hand was enough to keep me warm.
Do I miss you or the small talk between classes?
I helped you carry your books and you helped me with my studying.
You helped me find my smile and I helped you calm your anxiety for the next period's test. Our minds deep in books but I just wanted to study your mind.
Do I miss you or do I miss having somebody to see me as flawed, but pure. Our similarities keeping us together but our differences keeping us in check.
I was warm and you was cold and together I thought we were the perfect mold.
Do I miss you or do I miss being in love?
To feel a fire ablaze in my soul. To see the world and more saturated colors.
To see a soul beyond the flesh and behind the bone.
A laugh to lift my spirits and a shoulder to cry on.
To be myself and be accepted and loved for all I am.
Maybe I miss you. Maybe I miss the idea of you or maybe I just miss the love that warmed my soul.
To dwell on the past and examine old scars reveal who we truly are.
Some scars never heal, they become a part of who we are.
We can cry and live in fear or smile and endear
We can move on or we can miss and wonder who we really are.
In the end I know I miss what was in my heart long ago.
And hope I can find what I've been missing in myself.
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Poetry
PoetryJust some poetry I make on the fly when my mouth can't speak what emotions I feel, my soul will type them here.
