I miss him...

No...I'm sick of saying I miss him...
But I'm also sick of saying I'm sick of him...
Because I know I'm not
I can't get enough of him

I miss him...

I miss feeling my pupils widen
Every time I looked at him
And I miss hearing his sweet voice
Reading aloud to me

I miss him...

I miss waking up purely for the fact
That I could see him that day
And I miss the way he would catch me
Staring at him all the time

I miss him...
But he doesn't miss me
And I guess that's alright
I'll have to keep going