I miss you.
I miss the way we were.
I miss the way
You held my hands in yours.
How you whispered
"You're hands are so cold"
So you did you're best to warm them
I miss the way you looked at me.
I miss the words you said to me.
I miss the way you made me feel.
But the funny thing is,
When I saw you again
After everything that happened
You still look at me.
In that way that stole my breath and made my heart skip a beat.
I catch you stealing glances at me.
You still make me feel that way
That way you did way back then.
The way you did before everything.
And I wonder.
What happened?
What changed?
What happened to us?
And tho we weren't in love,
oh god we could have been...
YOU ARE READING
you weren't just my star, you were my whole damn sky
Poetryjust a shitty story I wrote to the boy who broke my heart...