i miss you
and sometimes its hard
to get through the day without a tear
without a whimper
without the need of comfort from a friend
because all you did
was build me up,
then knock me down the hardest you could.
i cry and i suffer
i tell myself i can get through it
but yet i still find myself sitting around
looking at the photos of us
the photos of what used to be.
i miss holding your hand
i miss the long embrace of your body
i miss the warmth of your neck
the way just being around you was enough.
but everything has to come to an end,
so heres to the future, and knowing the difference between love and like.