true, i miss it

i miss you more than the stars and the moon

i remember it all in the inbetweens

moments between things, during

i miss the times we had under spring trees

i woke up with the memories of thursdays

in my head - foggy dreams - remembering

waking up in your bed, savoring every moment

while it lasted

i knew it would end, i just didnt think like this

i thought about you here, away from home

i thought about the times you made me cry

and i miss even that. maybe im just a masochist

i just miss you being you, ever irritating,

ever comforting. the love despite the hardship

you made everything feel so easy

until i broke, fell into a million pieces, and im picking them all back up,

im trying to

i just miss it

i miss you

the only future i ever had had you in it, you know?

you never believed me, but i know

it still feels like its real, like its just a love letter away

in the stories it is,

in the stories its easy because its true

but the only thing thats true

is whether or not we believe it