aria's poetry book

i miss

i miss you holding my hands whenever i would say they were cold.
    i would mention it more frequently, just to feel your hand in mine again.

i miss you signing 'i love you' to me across the football field.
    we both hated that stupid class,
but the company made it a little more bearable.

i miss laying my head on your shoulder.
    somehow i seemed to fit there perfectly.

i miss you calling me baby.
    i grew to like it more than my
own name.

i miss envisioning my future with you.
    who will i share a bed with now?

i miss your laughter after all my jokes.
    you were only of the only people who didn't find me annoying.

i miss looking forward to seeing you.
    funny how much i dread it now.

i miss posting about you.
    it was always me.

i miss "i love you more" battles.
    we all know who really won.

i miss you loving me.
    though sometimes i wonder if
you ever did.

i miss you missing me.
    although often it was the other
way around.

i miss pining after you hopelessly.
    at least i had someone, right?

i miss you choosing your friends over me.
    oh, but of course i was your "priority".

i miss crying myself to sleep because of your decisions.
    and i was always the one to say sorry.

i miss feeling like it's all my fault.
    thank god i outgrew that.

i miss you ignoring me.
    i always said i wouldn't let a guy treat me like that, yet here we are.

i miss missing you.
    though i guess that hasn't changed.