Miss You

The kiss and tell over calls is missed.

I miss talking for hours to you while saute.

I know how bad was the day when you say me to study first and talk less.

You were my weakness, my distraction,

I had been stained in your sexuality and questioning mine.

You were the turning point making me believe in love.

Today I love all but people think my care has a purpose

but you have raised me pure and said me to love until you breathe.

So I breathe love.

I miss your presence in my life,

when I read your letters I find your smiling face that has the happiness to write about me.

I know, I have been harsh on you, I am a sin to your holy love. I killed you.

And I don't know what correct word will express my sorry to you.

I don't talk to you now with fear and my ruthless behaviour.

I stop myself from seeing you and tell you that I miss you.

I somehow meet your face but never talk to you because I have lost all the courage which you gifted me.

I crushed your capabilities into nothingness.

With the blink of an eye I wakeup to this frozen world that I chose.

I miss your love in the cold people,

I miss your every detailed praise and admiration.

The songs which you dedicated to me reminds me of my worth everytime when I am at my worst.

It was not your fault. I showed you the stars that never existed.

I showed you the sky that ended soon.

My farewell has hurt me the most, much than it moved you. 

I don't know anything. I don't know how to talk to you. 

But I miss you with tears in my eyes. I miss you with every heavy breath.

I miss you at my highs and lows.

I miss you the way you miss me.