But maybe we ended for a reason...

because you didn't know how to handle my tidal waves of emotion.

But...

I don't want you back, at least, not like that.

I want the 2 a.m. conversations, the comfort that you gave me when I cried, or screamed, or raged, or even just sat there, lost in the toxicity of my mind.

I miss being wrapped in your arms, security that they were.

But most of all...

I.

Miss.

You.

...when I said that I was over you.

I just didn't want to be the one with the broken heart.

But that backfired didn't it?

If you wanted the sun
I would bring it to you
with burnt hands