Bad Guy

I miss you. Even after everything. I miss your touch. Your lips. Your hugs. The way you look at me. The way you talk to me. I miss all of it. I know I shouldn't though. Everyone keeps telling me I shouldn't. You hurt me more than anything. But I also hurt you. So who really is the bad guy here? I still love you so much. I just wish you felt the same. I feel empty and hollow. Like there is nothing there. Like I lost a piece of me. Why'd you have to go? Why'd you leave? Come back to me...