Thoughts

I could make thousands of metaphors about them
But nothing could compare
To how beautiful they once were to me
It hurts to see them happy
But that's all I want for them
It hurts so see them broken
Continuously say that they want to be loved
I'm still here but they don't care
Don't notice
They think that just because they left it means that I forgot
I didn't
If them and I could go back to what we used to be
Spending nights with their warm body against mine
Not caring that the summer air was to hot to be this close
Having them back would be
Amazing
Joyful
Indescribable
I miss them
I probably will stay broken until I get closure
Or if they come back
I wish they could come back