I miss you like the rain during the summer.I miss you like the heat during the rain.I miss you when you're gone, and only when you're gone.When my regrets have built up and all I can do is long.Yet I can't tell myself I want you, because looking back at it I don't.But I miss you like the echoes of laughter during grief.I miss you like the summers that I let pass along.I miss you, but just the thought of you. Never more.Because if I see you again, I'm afraid all I'll do is recoil.And I'll only feel resentment sink into my bones.For what? For seeing me at my lowest,For seeing me turn away,For all the disappointment you've embedded in my soul.For becoming a regretful longing,only here to haunt me more.
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