I miss how we used to be,

So vibrant, so honest, so wild and free. 

I miss the way you would understand,

Listen carefully, and be there when I needed a hand. 

I miss our long, random talks at night,

Our private conversations,

Our silly little fights. 

I miss the way you could read my mind,

Know what to say,

When words were hard to find. 

I miss the way you could brighten my day,

Make me forget the mistakes,

Make the pain go away. 

I miss how you made me laugh,

Hate how you made me cry,

Loved how you said you would always be there,

But once again, I forgot that everything you say is a lie.