you're sitting in front of me and God knows how long i've been staring at the back of your head. the voices in my head keep replaying "i miss you, i miss you, i miss you" but can you still see the past behind my walls? because now you're slipping through my fingers recklessly that my skin blisters because of it. i miss you. i love you. i need to regain my pride. i hate you. i love you.