I miss...

I cant say Im mad at you
I could never be
I just miss the way
Things use to be.

You were the first
I told my secret to.
You were the first
I put my trust in.

You fell for me
And I guess you could say
In a way
I fell for you too.

But the problem was
We could never be...

For my lack of commitment
My lack for the ability to get close

But most of all
I valued your friendship
The most.

I miss the way
You made me laugh
Or the way
Youd tickle me and say
I couldnt be mad
Though my willingness
To not give in
Said I was.

But now you
Barely speak to me.
It breaks my heart
To know you cant
Even bare to look at me.

Or thats atleast what it seems.

I miss...
The way things use to be

I miss...
The me that wasnt a coward

But most of all

I miss...
The you that wrote me the
~Song~

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This poem was written for a very good friend of mine.. Rob F. Though I doubt he'll ever read it.