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Missing You

You make me miss things.
The hours of sleep that I’ve missed wondering where I had gone wrong.
Questioning what part of me I had lost
To make me forget how to feel something
so strongly
So happily
So deeply
That I want to relive it again.
Was it with him? Or with her? Or with nobody but myself?
Was I the person tearing myself down, hoping someone would have the
strength to build me back up again?
Or was I just a product of the many things that I never want to miss?
My brain locked away my memories to keep the bad ones at bay,
Even when I begged it to allow the good ones to stay.
And now I remember nothing,
Even how it feels to miss something.
I never thought I would meet someone that gave my brain so many
positive thoughts that it finally allowed me to feel again.
I am happy with my time spent with everyone else except for you.
I go home and I wish that I could extend our moments forever.
You have given me the gift of sadness.
I thought there was something wrong with me when I was no longer able
to feel upset about a lack of time, but I realized I was spending my
time with the wrong people.
It hurts me when I leave your presence, but it makes me glad to know
that feeling is still there.

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Comments

introspective piece. I think in the last two lines, you have come to the conclusion that you do indeed, have a place in this persons' life. and need confirmation that you are an accepted part of it. I feel that you must try and whittle down the meandering lines that can distract one from the message, think about the basics; and what you need to say to convince them.
~ Geezer.
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It’s gorgeous. Do you have more? I dabble in romance poetry. The longing here is a thing I feel so I write to my wife and she accepts and loves these gifts. Your profile says you’re looking to expand that vocabulary; that is a thing we can help with here. I’m ok with it and some of the others are much better than myself. Your boyfriend is a lucky man.

I look forward to reading more,
Tim

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. Its so real that this happened. Full of emotions and poignant lines!
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