[Un]loved Letter

I miss you.

I miss your kiss. I miss the way your soft lips play with mine like a gentle mist.

I miss you.

I miss your embrace. I miss the way you put your arms like no harm in the world can ever get to me.

I miss you.



I miss your touch. I miss the way you run your fingers on my back like it’s a diamond canvass.

I miss you.

I miss your voice. I miss the way you say my name like it’s a delicate flower.

I missyou.

I miss your smile. I miss the way you welcome me with your eyes glimmering with happiness.

I miss you.

I miss your presence. I miss the way you are always there… always.

I miss you.



But I miss me more.


I miss the way I was before I met you.

I miss who I was before you changed me.

I miss the person I was happy to be before I had to be the way you deserve me to be.



I can’t be that.

I can’t be that person I have to be when I am with you.

I can’t be that.

I can’t be the person I really am if I want to be with you.



And I can’t be both.

And I choose to miss you.