The Ripped Soul

I miss you. I miss what we used to have. I miss that love, that desire, the passion we had for each other. I miss the dreams, I miss the comfort of holding your hand in mine. I miss being wanted, being needed. I miss hearing you say that I was all you could ever ask for. I miss the way you'd sleep in my arms, on my lap. I miss running my fingers through your hair. I miss the feeling of your skin on my fingertips. I miss grazing your arm, I miss poking you and tickling you.

I miss your love.

And my heart cries for it so badly sometimes..

But I remember the things you did, the words you said.. and they can never be taken away. I remember being the cause of your failures, I remember you having to make a choice between me and her, I remember you saying that this is not who you are and that you're not like me. I remember you saying that I was nothing to you but a complication. I brought nothing to you but fights and more drama. You didn't need that. You didn't need me. I remember days we'd go on fighting and fighting without it ever ending. I remember your coldness, I remember you forcing me to hit you since you felt that you deserved it. I remember that morning and when you told me to go. I remember the morning when I left.

I remember heartache and pain, and that fights a war so terrible within.. because I realize I do miss you. I don't miss fighting with you, I don't miss heartache, but I miss you. The person I fell in love with. The person that made me happy...

Sometimes I wonder if I will ever heal. My heart can only take so much damage..