I miss you.

Life sure as shit hasn't been fair.

And the taste of blue is not the same to me as it is to you.

We ain't two or one, to me this story is starting to feel like I don't belong.

But that's not what it is to you.

And I do.

I miss us.

And that is normal.

But I haven't seen you for quite a bit.

I wish I had a way to destroy the things that hurt you.

As much as I wish to push my own pain aside.

As much as I wish you would let me in.

I am stuck feeling like I can't stop hurting you.

I am stuck regretting ever getting close.

I have no clue if you miss me.

I am still me.

All you ever asked, is for me to be me.

And now it feels like me is not what you want.