i miss you.

i met someone
with your name this morning
it made me feel
some sort of way

i miss you.

and i began to wish that
i had gotten to know you

i miss you.

that i could've gotten to love you
hold you
and given you advice
just like a big sister should

i miss you.

whether it's real
or not
i don't think that's
any of
your business.

i know that
we aren't together
but i want to be;
even if it's just as
good friends
because my jealousy
terrifies me
and i hate being scared.

i notice them on the bedroom floor,
scratching up the woodtile
i know you're living there,
in my home
in my room
who
are
you?

because i have never seen you before
and i am afraid
of strangers.
and i am afraid
of the dark.
and i am afraid
of drowning.
and
i
am
afraid.

are you afraid,
too?

perhaps we could be afraid
together.

would you like that?

maybe then,
we could leave
scratches on the woodtile
together.

you like them
because of him;
i like them
because of you.

when you fake it til you make it
you forget who you once were;

because the reason that you fake it
is so that you'll be close to Her.