I miss you like the sun misses the day at night,
Like the moon aches for the stars in daylight.
I write to you, then erase what I say,
And send just a "hi," letting feelings decay.
I dwell on the good, forget all the bad,
Convincing my heart of the love we once had.
Sometimes I miss you and claim it's not true,
But late at night, all I want is you.
I find myself with flowers in hand,
Whispering questions only they understand.
"He loves me, he loves me not," I repeat,
Yet refuse to accept the bitter defeat.
I keep taking my chances, though it tears me apart,
Risking the shards of a fragile heart.
The pieces of me lie scattered and worn,
A mind in chaos, a soul forlorn.
The distance between us, a weight I can't bear,
I long for your hugs, the warmth they share.
I'm no hugger, but for you, I'd bend,
Because loving you feels like it'll never end.
To say "I love you" feels too raw to reveal,
I fear you'd leave—it's a pain I can't heal.
Too distant, you'll vanish; too close, you'll flee,
How do I love you and still stay me?
I can't say it aloud, so I write instead,
Pouring my heart into words unsaid.
I miss you like flowers miss water and light,
I love you like the sun loves the moon at night.