somehow I think,
I miss being missed
I love being loved
I need being needed
I pathetically feel like I could not finish this confession
Because I could not picture my life with you when we argue
and it saddens me.
I may not have the perfect nose or eyes to be pictured in your frame to be reminisce
I may not have the perfect smile and glittery face to be think about everyday
But I do,
I do have the reason to make you smile and cheered,
I have a big reason for you to stay mad at me when I am not around
I have plenty of excuses to have you stay awake, and not be able to leave me asleep
I do have the ability to make you feel alive and loved
So would you recover as soon as your body be possibly do?
Because it feels not okay when you’re not around.