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Hey, I miss you. From the moment I listen to "Ghost of You" by 5 Seconds of Summer And back to reading my favorite book by Daphne du Maurier. I miss you. With the heat of the sun and even in blue. I sometimes walk and lurk in an open field, To have some air and to breathe where tranquil gaze to yield. I miss you. The way you look down into your phone from minutes to hours, Buttered chicken and ice cream while watching your favorite movie by Nicholas Sparks and William Shakespeare. I miss you when you dream with the stars, Skylark-like but I am more missing you when you tear up heavenly counting your scars. Everything about me misses you, all the little things especially your story. Your laugh, your voice when you say a word to me, and your luxurious smile when taking a selfie. I miss you. But I don't wanna go back with a hue. For the sake of colors to feel it's all true. I miss you. But I don't want to. I don't want to start over again I miss you but I don't wanna ever begin again. Maybe that's the awful side of a Pisces. When they feel low-tide, they'll swim their heart away into the deepest and farthest. Pisces will look back with all the luck, But once they feel the infinitesimal warmth and fondness from you, Never expect them to come back. At the end of the day, I still wonder through the emptiness overthinking what if I had chosen to stay. I really miss you. Maybe on the other side of it, The real mirth soon you'll meet.
