Missing You Now

I miss you doesn't even begin to say it all,
It's funny how I was on top of the world,
Now I'm feeling so small,
Who was I to know you were bored?

Bored with us, with me,
Sorry doesn't mend this hurt, nor excuses,
I just want to be free,
Free of the truth that love often loses,
Loss of hope and trust,
The past leaves nothing, but scars and bruises,
But you were the best.

The best at erasing my frown, my bad days,
The best at loving me in spite of it all,
The best in making me see past, what everyone else says,
The best at making my life so full of color, dull.

It's true, you are the best,
There is no fight over the title, no test,
You were the best at making me fall,
And the best at not catching me at all.
Published: 7/2/2013
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