We Weren't Meant To Be, But We Weren't a Mistake Baby, At Least I Don't Think So.

the fact of how alone i actually am
just tapped me on the shoulder
    [and then proceeded to roundhouse kick me in the ear]
as memories of you drugged my thoughtless mind.
memories i'm not even sure existed in the first place.
funny how you've gone from my everyday after school plans
to a figment of my imagination.
like a water spot on a mirror,
it was there,
and even though you wiped it away,
in just the right light it faintly reappears
    [never fully returning]
but showing you it's still there in the mean time.
and that's just it.
it's all still there.
i can see that sly grin lying perfectly
on your usually "im gunna try to be tough" face.
a grin that was like a diamond in the rough,
rarely occuring,
but when it did...*sigh*
you stole the breath of anyone you shined at.
      [or at least that was the case with me]
i can feel your rough fingers closing in on mine
holding tight,
like you weren't ever planning to let go.
even the feeling of you grazing your lips across the skin of my neck
comes back to me every once and a while.
my mind won't let me forget you,
but my fingertips won't let me keep typing all of the things i remember about you
just know...
i miss you.
[more than i should]