I miss the instant connection that we had
Why was it just you?
You,
who through all your drugs and alcohol could still write a paragraph of beauty.
You,
who hid your intelligence under a layer of nonchalance.
You didn't know how happy I was then
You knew that we clicked like a lock.
But didn't know that I've never felt that before.
You know what I miss?
I miss the ease of a smile around you
The lack of a guard.
The shared brainwave.
I don't have that here
But the stars are here waiting for you to see
And the roads are open for us to run,
(even though we both despise it with a passion)
And we can sit at a table in the cafeteria and talk about the wildest things but it's okay
Because they make sense to us.
You know what I miss?
I miss you.
YOU ARE READING
Translated thoughts
PoesiaJust a book where I put all the emotions I don't want to show Welcome to my head Collection of freestyle poems (The first few suck. But then they get better. I promise)
