Every Single Part Of Her

I miss every single part of her

Her body, her soul

I miss being lovesick

I miss even the stomachaches

I miss pretending that we’re just friends

I miss that fear of somebody find out about us

I miss what we had behind those eyes contacts

I miss her sense of humor

I miss our silence that used to say a lot of things

I miss that smell on her bed

I miss her jokes, her smile, her laugh

I miss her arms around my neck

I miss waiting for her mom to get out, so we could have the entire house for us

I miss laying on the couch with her

I miss watching movies, but not paying attention on it, because of her presence

I miss comfort her

I miss drying her tears

I miss telling her that I love her and I miss hearing her telling me that she loves me back

I miss her hand in mine

I miss her breath next to my mouth

I miss what we had

I miss love

I miss every single part of her

And every single part of me.