I know I said no more about him But just this once,
I miss my back against his chest His arms pulling me close His head resting on mine, Something I usually hate, but never cared about with him, I miss feeling his breaths In... out... in... out... Mine matching his In... out... in... out... Feeling his heartbeat Ba-dum ba-dum His hand resting on my chest, feeling mine Bad-dum ba-dum I miss the safety The loss of time as we laid in his bed Doing nothing more than laying there Enjoying the warmth we shared As he held me close I never wanted it to end...
I miss the feelings, not the person. I canβt deal with the aftermath though, so Iβm leaving myself single, as I enter my Senior year of high school