Did I anger you again?
The word again tastes like sour milk. It burns my tongue and renders me speechless
knowing I've repeated this foul action makes me sick
I don't mean it I really don't mean to
I just get clingy because no one has loved me like you have
When you say a word and it comes out of your beautiful mouth it sounds like a melody created by God himself and I don't even believe in God
When you say I love you you don't know how much it makes my heart flutter to the point of bursting
when I touch you I feel so much warmth.
More than you would ever imagine.
When I say your name it tastes like sugar.
But yet I write this for no reason, as I have angered you.
No more beautiful melodies, My heart does not beat let alone flutter, I don't feel warmth only the unforgiving cold, and no longer do I taste sugar on my tongue, *only sour milk

I miss you.
From the day I was born these three words have always echoed in my head.
These words were not heard over the phone in broken sobs by the person I missed. No-
These words have been heard by classmates from grade 1-8 and if I didn't speak them, I texted them.
Needless to say, I got a lot of sad smiley faces but no actual words.
No teachers have ever heard me mutter a sentence with the words
Miss or You
because Miss reminds me of my first teacher  whose last name is swan even though she was as wrinkly as  a shirt you'd find at the bottom of my drawer and you....well reminds me of you.
And I only cry at home under the cover of darkness while music in a foreign language plays beside me.
Even if I don't fully understand the words they speak, they help me understand why I miss you.
I don't know when I started to miss you; maybe it was when you would refuse to pick me up on the weekends.
I bet you didn't know I cried until I had headaches those nights.
I guess this is why I act the way I act today.
I feel no sympathy for anyone anymore because of the people I've missed and the reasons I've cried.
All I know is that,
*I miss you