Miss You

I miss you like I miss my childhood and good God,

I think it's because that's what you were.

You were a childhood fantasy and now you are gone

we're

two teenagers who don't look when we pass in the hall

don't talk, speak, breathe when the other is near

hidden away in our little spheres

You were a childhood fantasy and now you are gone

and I think that's better for us

because I miss you like I miss my childhood and good God,

I never want to be a child again.

twoblueviolets

OH

16 years old

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