even though I tell myself
that I'm over you, my heart
knows damn well that's not true.
I'm only lying to myself when I say:
I don't miss you every single day.
that I don't miss your laugh
when I say stupid stuff.
that I don't miss the
smile that lights up your
entire face when you see me.
that I don't miss running
my fingers through your
perfectly golden hair.
that I don't miss
how perfectly my
hand fits in yours.
that I don't miss getting
lost in those green eyes.
that I don't miss how
safe your hugs
make me feel.
I'm not gonna lie
and say I don't miss you.
because the truth is
I miss you so fucking much
it hurts.
If you didn't miss me why'd you tell me that
I'd always have a piece of your heart in my dreams last night?
-to a love that only exists in dreams
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