I miss the way your voice sounds,
Late at night when you're tired.
I miss the way you were always around,
To catch me if I fell.
I miss the way my hand fit in yours,
Perfectly, like it belongs there.
I miss the way you kissed me,
Felt like it was my first time.
I miss my best friend,
Now I'm friendless.
You've always had my heart,
And you broke it into pieces.
You're the only one who can put me back together.
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Mistaken
PoetryA book of poems about the LGBT, depression, selfharm, suicide, freedom, and society.
