Miss

I miss you like tasting the rain for the first time.
I miss thinking about your eyes lightening in the sun.
I miss the warm colours on your skin.
I miss feeling special from within.
I miss talking as if I didn't know what it meant.
I miss the honesty in your compliments.
I miss the way you dressed
I miss the intensity of trying to impress.
I miss the emptiness I allowed in myself.
I miss the perfection in every movement.
I miss how you motivated me like the world was going to end.
I miss the mistakes you tried to bend
back into place.
I miss your face.
I miss the disgrace of youth.
I miss you.
Do you miss me yet?