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I miss you. I miss you and you aren't mine, you never have been but.. I miss you because you care.

You are the only one who cares for me, possibly because i'm in love with you; that doesn't matter. I love you and you care about me, are they not the same deep down?

Your arms reassuring me, a smirk that you know I like, that tone of voice, all because you know. you know that you make me happy I can smile confidently, no faking or lying all genuine and real because you know how.

You know how I cannot say no to you; how you are the only thing both good and bad for me.

at the same time as making me happy you make me cry, I remember all the confusion, heart on my sleeve and feelings laid out, you simply said it wasn't like that, you liked another and I was merely a friend.

Now i sit here and write poetry. you are not here and i miss you. I miss the person who cares about me, the only one that makes things right again.