You tore apart, my paper heart with words that I was dreading. Now all that's left, of love unsaid, is dead and made for shedding. Like cursed confetti, tossed and thrown, at a doomed and dismal wedding.
I miss you. I miss your hugs and your kisses. I even miss your misses. I miss rubbing your back and playing with your hair. I miss the way we would breathe in the same air. I miss your big brown eyes. I miss how you made me feel better when I wanted to die. I miss having a best friend. But everything had to come to an end. You're gone and you're never coming back. Now it's time to think of all the things I lack.