Tmehrer

A poem for a girl who wasn\'t actually mine.

I miss you.

I miss the way you talk

I miss the way you walk

I miss the way you have to go on your tippy toes just to kiss me

Or the way you look at me and smile

That look... It makes me feel like everything will be alright for a while

I miss you like California misses rain

Or like like Abe misses a brain

Or like how thirteen year old girls miss Zayn

I miss you, but you don\'t miss me.

You miss him.