I miss you.
When I know I shouldn't.
It takes everything in me not to start, not to look for you.
I wish you'd say something. Just anything. Just one word.
But I also hope you won't.
Because that would bring us right back to where we started. Wouldn't it?
I used to believe I belong to you.
Then I found out, I can never, belong.
But I wish.
Oh how I wish.