Every day we wake up,
We take a risk by being in the moment.
Living means that you’re taking a new path everyday.
I really miss how you and I used to be.
So vibrant, genuine, sweet, wild, and free.
I really miss the way you understood me,
You’d listen carefully and always pop when I need a hand.
I miss the long, random, weird night talks.
Those weird silly conversations and the imbecile, over little things, fights.
I miss the amazing way you read my mind.
You knew what I wanted to say when words took a long time to live on my tongue.
I really miss the way you used to brighten my dreadful days.
The way you used to make me forget the mistakes, and how you can make the pain go away.
I miss the way you made me laugh,
And I really miss the way you made me cry.
I missed the way you once said that you'll always be there,
But, I forgot, that all those sweet things I missed were just a lie you made me live!
I’m sorry I caused you pain.
I’m sorry I’m not the person you wanted.
I’m sorry for being me.
I’m sorry; sorry for being sorry...