Love; a Strange wreck

'do you miss me like i miss you'

i miss a portion of my notes that tuned themselves on this beautiful white piano now, and slowly find there place in-with saveral sounds settled in my mind, for you.

it hurts to know that these nights still exist,
when the past is your remedy and your the artist,
it hurts to know that you still are there in natural sounds,
or is it just my mind that keeps itself distracted,
under the heavy weight of lights and far sights of huge grounds,
is it just me or is it the one that you gave me,
when i drowned in the ocean of memories i see,
just to feel left out by time i reach the bottom,
where in the blur vision i saw 'we'.
Is it true or is it just my trust
that in love we sometimes burst,
and in fights we sometimes feel cursed,
do you miss me like i miss you,
when suddenly in reality im your 'who'
and i wish i was out of those few,
who get the chance to feel like they grew,
in something better, something true.
your lie is not a lie when you trust someone,
when we both just try to run,
from all the mess and all the burn,
and we still want it because we feel like we are having fun,
when in reality one downs, the other is none,
i dont feel like im done,
but when ik that it has begun,
on this seesaw in balace is just gonna be that 'one'.