Missin You

It is very rare these days...
that I find myself reflecting...
Reflecting on what we were and how we became what we are.
When did you change?
When did I lose you?
Was it before or after you asked me to marry you?
How could you do what you have done?
What about blaming our failure on me?
How could you make me feel as low as you did when it was really you?
Sometimes I wish I didn't know the truth.
Sometimes I wish I could just hold you...
Hold you and cry...
Hold you and scream...
Hold you and hate you..
Love you...
Missing you...?
It kills me...
Do you ever sit and think about those first days?
Just laying with me...
Do ever think about the first time we made love?
You was so scared to show me that side of you...
Do you remember the first time you told me you loved me?
What about the last time?
I do...
God, how I wish I didn't.
You were the one.
I would have faught the world for you.
For us...
Do I miss you?
Everyday.
Will I tell you?
Never.