|midnight thoughts|

Miss You

When my heart's beating
far too loud,
and I'm so scared,
I can't make a sound,
I wish that you could hold me.

When the stars are falling
from the sky,
and I have fallen,
after I fly,
I'd still wish that you could hold me.

And now that I've learned
that you're leaving my life,
there's only one question on my mind,
am I going to miss you?

I look in the mirror and say,
I don't know, as I stare myself
in the face.
Is it even possible to miss what wasn't
yours in the first place?