what i miss most is,how you
loved me.
But what I didn't
know was
how you loved me
had so much
to do with
the person
I was. It
was a reflection
of everything I
gave to you coming
back to me. How did
I not see
that? How did
I sit here
soaking in the
idea that no
one else would
love me that
way, when it
was I who
taught you.
When it was I that
showed you
how to fill,
the way I
needed to be
filled. How
cruel I was to myself,
giving you
credit for
my warmth
simply because
you had felt
it. Thinking it
was you who
gave me strength.
Wit. Beauty.
Simply because
you refused
to take your
eyes off it.
As if I was
not already
these things
before I met
you. As if I
did not
remain all these
once you
left.
nmq.
