go on, miss me
that’s what you always do anyways, realizing things when it’s gone
realizing how pure my love for you was after i’m gone
realizing how much i cared for you after i stopped caring
realizing how everything i did for you was out of love after you’ve grown into someone bigger
realizing how you should treat me better after i cried it all out to you
realizing how you should stick to work it out after you decided to give up when i’m the one who keep believing in us
even until now
go on, miss me
now after all we had is gone, all that’s left for you to do is miss me
now you miss the smell of my hair, how soft it is to touch
now you miss all the pictures i used to send to you, now that i don’t send anything at all
now you miss tasting my first bakes, how you were the first and only one to taste my crafts
now you miss all the letters i sent to you, now that the paragraphs i wrote only sound like sweet nothings
now you miss the hand you used to hold, the eyes you used to gaze into, the skin you used to touch, the smile you used to captivate with your own
too bad you couldn’t have it all anymore now
go on, miss me
now that i’ve bloomed taller
you can’t even reach my crown
mourn me like the autumn leaves falling
long for me like the moon misses the sun
yearn for the glimpses of me
because that’s what all left for you to do
(nov 2020, a poem for the one who lose me)
