crashlanding [poetry]

split.

what hurts about it most is

i used to know you

you want the truth?

the fucking truth?

i do miss you.

and who wouldn't?
who wouldn't miss
someone who seemed so kind,

caring,
sweet?

such a beautiful person

to clarify things,

i don't miss you
the you of today

i miss the thought of you
i miss thinking of you as

a friend.

i miss fooling myself