I miss you, You were like a thing a had and lost and needed again. I found that in you. I tried to, it was just out of reach.
I miss the way you made me feel even though I hated it. You made me feel like a girl on crutches like you were my support. Even though your part of the reason why. You chipped off pieces of me to make your own person. An art, one that you grew to hate the more you looked at it. So much that when it breaks you put a sticker on it that you rip on and off again and again.
