I miss you still.

To be honest this was written as a joke about my hairline but low-key it's about a girl I loved but couldn't treat right. Just changed up the ending a bit.

I was too brash and too bold. 

Where you would weave yourself into shield to keep me warm; I would abandon you in the most frigid of winter air. When you stood tall and strong! I would hide you. and when you grew weak with suffocation I would cut you out. Knowing you'd come back. You would always come back.  

But I was too brash.

You would always come back. 

And I was too bold. 

You would always come back.

And then one day you didn't. THE FIRST THOUGHT THROUGH MY HEAD WAS WHY? WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE ME WHEN YOU KNEW I WAS NOTHING WITHOUT YOU.

But that thought would fade,

and in its wake realization would return and with it, I could see my flaw. 

I was too brash. 

I would cut you out.

And I was too bold.

But only part of you would return.

Even though I can comprehend why you left nothing feels right in my head anymore. 

I miss you. 

Do you know that?

Do you know how much my heart yearns?

I hope that one day you'll return.

One day you'll come back to me.

Sincerely,

The one who doesn't deserve you.