• Have you heard the whispers I've been sending your way?
    I miss you. Everything about you I miss.
    Every scar, line, bruises, and even your mess. I miss it all.
    I miss the way you teased me or corrected me when I was wrong. You're beautiful just the way you are.
    Lets stay up late or run through the sprinkler just to do it.
    Lets rock out the way we used to.
    Have you heard me scream your name when you're not around?
    I guess not because you never came back. I wait here by the door waiting for you to unlock it and pick me up while spinning me around the way you used to.
    I tell myself to stop missing you but I can never stop.
    Do you miss me? Do you miss my scars, my laughter, or maybe even my breath? No well i tried but I guess it never works.
    Missing you is the worst part of you being gone.