Poems and Heartache

Thirty eight

you're still at camp.
it's 3:30 in the morning and i can't seem to get to sleep because i miss you.
i miss your dumb smile that is so infectious i can't help but smile with you.
i miss the happy feeling i get just being around you.
i miss your laugh when i make a stupid joke and you make fun of me and we cant stop laughing
i miss looking into your eyes and wondering how they are
the perfect combination of green and blue cause i get lost in them more often than not.
i miss the little stories you told, about something your brother did or a seemingly good idea gone horribly, comically, wrong.
i miss your sandy blonde hair, and the way you'd get all upset if i messed it up, it was so cute.
i miss how you wouldn't let me take a nap during lunch, ever, and you could tell if i was having a bad day.
i miss seeing you everyday, sitting next to you and sharing lunch with each other.
i miss you trying to teach me cards and me actually beating you, that ONE time.
i miss how kind you are, how you gave up your sweatshirt for me and let me keep it for the rest of the day.
i miss how you'd stick up for me if anyone of our friends made a mean joke about me.
i miss fooling around during lunch which always lead to an eruption of giggles and i could swear we had a moment once or twice.
i miss the feeling i got when i walked through the door and saw you sitting there with an empty spit next to you because that was where i sat.
i miss the moments i glanced across the room and saw you getting on line for food, right behind me and poking me to get my attention.
i miss our FaceTime calls and your numerous phone calls throughout the day just to tell me about your cat.
i miss the
would win.
i miss the
would win.
i miss the
each others eyes, then shyly glance away quickly. i miss the tickle fights.
shoving contests on the way to class that you competition of who could screech higher which you way i swear time would stop and we'd stare into
i miss the "you're beautiful or i'm hanging up" fights, not that you were right just because you won, but because it was so cute you were so persistent in convincing me you were right.
i miss latching onto your back pack and getting dragged
down the hallway.
i miss walking you to science, coming in as if it was my class too, writing on the board, then leaving.
i miss stealing your back pack, running half way down the hallway with you gaining on me.
i miss our conversations, mostly because they weren't forced, and we could talk about anything for hours on end.
i miss not feeling self conscious around you.
i miss your sandy blonde hair, ruffling it up and you grabbing my hand and staring at me for a second before letting go.
i miss writing poems together during lunch.
i miss showing you the things i wrote.
i miss how you're so tall that when i hug you i have to go on my tippy toes to hug you properly.
i miss laying on the couch together watching stand up comedy. i miss being with you.
i miss you in general.