I miss you.

I feel nothing when I look at him,
No gush of love or electricity.
His smile doesn’t make me warm,
There’s no reaction, not really.

His touch only brings me down,
A reminder of what I used to feel.
I’m damaged goods without you here,
A damage that can’t ever heal.

For it’s you that I wish to look at,
Only your smile I want to see.
My heart belongs with only you,
Without you I’m no longer me.


The End

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