As much as I miss you is said, it will never be enough to explain what I feel, "I miss you" said once more ,as i grip my necklace, "i miss you" again ,so much about you, not just one not just few I miss all of you the imperfections you call them , beautiful marks I say , but you continue lying not just to me but to yourself, i could lie in bed thinking of evry part of you recalling evry scar evry patch of skin darker then the rest but as another "I miss you " crosses my mind it could never compare to the truth of what I think
