I miss you.
Not like how I miss home,
more intense.
Is it weird that I miss
the way you smell?
Because I do.
I miss the way your arms
feel around me,
and the way you always
kiss the side of my neck.
I miss the way you make me
laugh like no one else.
But, whenever we talk,
you barely say anything,
so my anxiety likes to kick in
and convince me
that you're annoyed with me
or
are going to break up with me.
And yet, I still miss you.