I miss her

I miss her.

I miss her smile.
The way she giggled.
The way she told me she loved me,
even if it was only as a friend.

The way she hugged me every time she saw me.
The way she shouted my name with such enthusiasm.
The way she stood up for me.
The way she held my hand so gently.

The way we shared secrets.
The way we made so many promises.

The way she cared,
when no one else did.

I miss her green eyes,
her ever-changing hair.

I miss my other half—
the piece of me ripped away so cruelly.

I never got my goodbye.

Not dead—
but somehow,
worse.

The piece I'm forbidden to hold onto,
by the ones who claim to love me.

I will never be whole again.