I miss you

(and sometimes, I think of all the people
you think of,
and wonder how many of those people I stand for)

I miss you

(longing to do what makes me ache,
what makes feel bad enough to want
you soothing me in the first place)

I miss you

(none of the previous moments matter, I
want your head and heart on a platter for me and only me to have,
forever)

I miss you

and I

anticipate the moment I

will tell you
(or not)