I miss you.
I don't know if it's just me, but I need you to hold my hand, desperately.
To feel your light hands at the sides of my waist, flitting over me,
But I felt like you were only after me for the chase,
And turned you away before you could do that to me,
Now I hear you laugh, and wish it was something I'd said that made you laugh,
But I must reap what I sowed, and sleep in my own bed, and follow my own path,
I want to hope that yours and mine intertwine,
I wish you were here, behind me, holding me tight,
Your delicate fingers,
So light over mine,
As we held hands,
Do you miss me, like I miss you?
Not for each other but what you can do for me, and I for you? Do you miss it too?
In all honesty, I think it's just your ego that bruised.
But I still miss you, as a friend, and more,
from needing you, and not,
Please help me lean to your side, by giving me a hint that you care,
If you did care, I'm sorry that I fought,
Just hold my hand.