This is originally a quote, but its way too long, so i decided to post this as a poem:
I know its been a long time since we've had a real conversation, and I know that we don't communicate anymore--rarely, and I know that you don't miss me as much as I miss you--even if you miss me at all. But the truth is, I still lay in bed--every night--thinking about you. Thinking about your smile--the one that sends shivers to my spine, the one that has my heart beating like a drum with a rapid beat. Thinking about how you used to hold me in that loving way--your arms around me so tight--I felt like I was safe forever...and that everything would be just perfect. But everything wasn't. Not ever since you went away. We both went our separate ways, somehow--we barely talk anymore. Things just fell apart in some way. Everything I tried to fix just became all tangled up. There just wasn't any simple way to get everything pieced together again. As hard as I try, as much as I want you back, there just isn't any hope for me anymore--all because you left me, deserted...still trying to find a way back to you.Though you don't love me that way you used to, I will always--and forever--love you. I'll still try and try, cry and cry--till I die and die--just attempting to make you love me again. And I hope you will, maybe not tomorrow or next month or next year--but someday. Because I'd be standing here, waiting for you to return to me, where you belong.
