I Miss You

I am just coming to terms with the fact that I miss you.

 

Low and behold, is it really a surprise?

Over and over, in my head I've told myself I don't. 

Vanise, vanish from my mind, my body, my soul.

Every damn day I wake up, you are there, how can I fight this when you are still there. 

 

You are the reason I love myself and despise myself.

Over and over, I've told myself I don't love you, I don't love you.

Under every crack in my mind you pop up, I want you to leave. 

 

You were the oxygen I breathed, the salt in my tears and the stars in my night. 

If you read between the lines, then yes, I love you.

I still love you.