I always miss people.

I miss the first boy I ever had a crush on:
The butterflies in my stomach as he walked down elementary school halls toward me.  

I miss feeling alive.

I miss my childhood bestfriend;
the one who stabbed me in the back. I miss sneaking into the kitchen for a midnight snack and laughing with the floors creeking under our feet.

I miss the innocence.

I miss my high school friends.
The ones who said they'd never leave, "best friends forever". I miss the realness and the togetherness of them.

I miss the simplicity

But most of all I miss having a favorite song, a go-to dance move, and being able to sing carelessly in my pajamas.

*I miss me.

angel kisses
and holding hands tight
as if the world's end was in sight.

late night chats
mixed with early morning tears
as i poured my heart out to your soul-filled ears.

each day i awoke
i knew that you cared
but as the days passed your attention grew bare.

now the morning comes
and i reach to my phone
hopeful that one day you'll soon return
so maybe, just maybe
I wont be alone.

From across the grungy school cafeteria my gaze met yours. Repeatedly. And each time, an uncontrollable grin couldn't be hid and I couldn't help but think that you must feel this too. During my speech my eyes tried to avoid yours for the sake keeping my breath, but during your own I couldn't help but stare.  At dinner, did your hand intentionally come together with mine so many times over the chips, or was your mind lost on the thought of our fingers being intertwined? I look at you and can't help but wonder... what do you feel when you look at me?

Her lonley heart was so tired of being broken so she shed tears to fill the cracks and slowly she began to rebuild her temple.