i miss you.

i miss you.
i miss us.
i miss me.
i miss our late night long talks.
i miss falling asleep to your voice.
i miss your smile.
i miss your humor.
i miss the sex.
i miss the pictures you would send me while im in public, knowing my phone is out for anyone to see and knowing my face will burn up.
i lost myself trying to find you.
we had such a tight grip like glue.
but eventually glue chips away.
and the objects stuck to one another will come apart.
we continued to re-ad glue to our relationship.
until we were too goopy to be reglued to eachother.
and while youre gluing yourself to another person youll abandon.
im at home.
trying to find a better glue, and a better person.