i don't know how to say this,
i'm not sure of where you are,
avoiding you like some wicked disease
it's consumed me, and it appears,
i've been affected anyhow.
i just hope you accept these three words,
that we can move on once admitting
my retched truth…
just say it already,
fine i will, but you won't hear.
deaf to my pleas, blind to my looks,
here's hoping you finally understand me.
& to your retreating figure i say;
i m i s s y o u.