I miss you still.

I miss your impenetrable walls
and your fake kindness
and your pretend extrovert-ism

I miss your long texts
and your inability to communicate
and your jarring insecurities

I miss your refusal to see me

I miss you so much

you made me feel like I belonged,
even if it was a lie,
even if it was conditional,
but I belonged there
when I was at my most lost
and I miss it

I miss you

I love you


I wrote this a while ago and I wasn't sure I'd ever share it, but I felt the need to put it into the world.