six

                                    

                                          
And yes, of course, I miss you.
                          
shit.
                          
I miss your raspy voice and your green deep eyes (they held the biggest treasures); I miss how you kissed me goodnight and wrote "i love you"  in my arm while I was sleep; I miss the way your arms wrapped around my body and the feeling of your heart beating at the same pace as mine; I miss your tender lips and that taste of cigarette I've always craved; I miss our fights at midnight and how we ended up on your mother's couch.
                          
I miss you (of course)
                          
But what I miss the most 
                          
is the person
                          
I 
                          
used to be while 
                          
loving
                          
you.