I miss you sometimes. When I look in your eyes and see nothing there. And know that I'm just clinging to my memories. And know that dreams should fall apart When proved untrue. I love you occasionally. Like how the sky and wind and sun want to play with your hair. And the moon can only wish to be as perfect as you. And your smile is like the ocean. And your eyes are like the sunset over top of it. I think about you daily. About our shared pasts. Our possible futures. Our little lies. The truths We can't dare reveal to anyone else. I lie to you, I guess. Saying I'm okay all the time. Admitting defeat where there is none. All the 'Never-mind's. And "We're cool"s. That really mean nothing. I wonder nowadays. Do you miss me? How did you really feel? Why do we bother? Will you love me back? I miss you, sometimes.