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I miss you.

I miss you and you aren't mine,

you never have been but..

I miss you because you care.

You are the only one who cares for me,

possibly because i'm in love with you;

that doesn't matter.

I love you and you care about me,

are they not the same deep down?

Your arms reassuring me,

a smirk that you know I like,

that tone of voice,

all because you know.

you know that you make me happy

I can smile confidently, no faking or lying

all genuine and real because you know how.

You know how I cannot say no to you;

how you are the only thing both good and bad for me.

at the same time as making me happy you make me cry,

I remember all the confusion,

heart on my sleeve and feelings laid out,

you simply said it wasn't like that,

you liked another and I was merely a friend.

Now i sit here and write poetry.

you are not here and i miss you.

I miss the person who cares about me,

the only one that makes things right again.