I miss you ….
well sort of …
and by sort of
I mean since I sort of know you
I can’t really truly miss you
because I have to fully know you to miss you
but still I feel that part of you
you know that part I sort of know of you
that cute voice
your mind your words your calls
your sass….lol your ass ….I just miss that part of you
you revealed to me …
a gift that no one can never steal from me…
..for now that part of you
is now a part of me
and now I’m just missing you
well the rest of you
so i can know you like you know you
and that part of you
that lies in me
can be complete
because now I’m incomplete
because of you
so now I’m missing me …
which is you
which is we
and can’t live because I’m not free
I’m a slave shackled to the floor of my mind
and you hold the key
…..I miss you
…..I miss me …….
A piece I wrote to describe how i felt towards someone ….
Give me your critique on this piece….I feel ambivalent about it…..