this is something i wrote about how i feel. alot is going on in my life right now, and this is one thing that is happening. i finally decided to write this poem because of a poem someone wrote titled: I Miss The Old You. it was really good.
i miss you.
i miss your laugh.
i miss your smile.
i miss your friendship.
i miss you.
i miss the way we used to talk.
i miss the way you used to laugh at eveything i said.
i miss the way when we could act like kids,
and not even care.
i miss you.
why have you gone away??
i miss you more and more each day.
i miss your smile.
i miss your rants.
i miss everything about you.
i don't just miss the good things.
i also miss the bad.
i miss everything we shared.
everything we had.
i miss the way you would yell.
i miss the way you would kick.
i miss the way you would hit.
i miss the way you would rant and rave.
i miss you.
i miss you so much it makes me want to cry.
i miss you so much that i don't want to hear the word goodbye.
i know we're still friends.
we talk,
and laugh,
and hang out.
but it wasn't like it used to be.
way back when, it used to be easy.
now i have to decide if i should tell you things.
instead of just knowing i could trust you not to tell a soul.
now i have to deal with awkward silences.
instead of laughing and talking drowning out the nothingness.
i miss you.
i know you're not gone.
i know i can see you.
i can hear you.
i know you're here.
but you're not here.
the NEW you is here.
you've changed, my friend.
more than you probably realize.
you used to wait for me to catch up.
now you just keep walking.
you used to keep my secrets.
now i'm afraid you won't keep that promise.
i miss you.
i miss the real you.
i miss the old you.
i don't like the new you.
the new you is someone i can't trust.
the new you is someone i can't stand.
i know people change.
but this change shouldn't have happened.
it was a mistake.
a ripple in the fabric of fate.
it wasn't supposed to happen.
when did it ever say in the book of life, that you had to change??
it didn't.
so it must be a mistake.
i miss you.
i miss the real you.
i miss the old you.
i miss the bestest, most caring and loving, person.
i miss YOU . . . .
