Poems

I miss it.. not us

you see. there are times where i say i miss us.
but what i really mean is.
i miss the laughing till our stomachs hurt.
i miss the random talks and texts.
i miss the walks
i miss the way you would playfully shove me into the street just for me to punch you shortly after.
i miss the way you made me happy
i loved the smile i had when i was with you.
but i don't miss us. i just miss the way it was before.
and i know i won't ever get that back.
but i wish. i had a time machine.
cause i would go back and do those moments again.