Palpitations in Love

Miss you

I'll always miss things about you
Little things and big things alike
Memories stick to my subconscious like glue
It hardens and blues leaving me in love again.
I don't know why it's mostly you
I miss other faces I once knew
But its never within miles (at least two)
Of the kind of way I miss you
You know I said this the other day
Time shifts and things do surely change
But take a look around it's the same
Say hey and gaze this way, like you haven't in a while.
I think I'm just a romantic
Like an off brand beat poet
Writing love songs, filthy habit
Illusive tricks and magic rabbits
It's the memory of you I use
For words and chords under the dim moon
My heart you break and confuse
Longing for you for a long few days
Why does it make me feel so blue
Is it memory misuse
Or borderline mental abuse
Catching myself dreaming up missus wishes of you
Still, you make me undeniably happy too