In the end loving myself

I miss the late night drives,

With you by my side-

I miss the late night skies,

With glowing stars like glowing eyes-

I miss the late night highs,

With the bonfire for light.

Oh and how I am now-

With none of the above.

Oh and how I am now-

With Nothing I love.

I just miss the you and the smile,

The rush of love gone wild-

I just miss the hands in the cold,

The warmth of something to hold-

I just miss us naive;

not wise and old.

I don’t have the time though,

To think of these now.

I don’t have the time though,

To wonder about how.

It’ll just be me—

Upset again forever.

It’ll just be me—

Learning to love another.

It’ll just be me—

In the end loving myself.

But then again

I’m still left

With Nothing

I love

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