Misses.

I miss you. Or miss the place you use to fill. I crave you... I thought of another up until... I got sick and knew you got it. I knew you got it like no one else. Or maybe you didn't but I know for certain, you didn't get scared...or maybe you did. The invented "you" most certainly did. You were what I wanted, why can't we both agree to compromise? Why can't you like plant yourself. Stability. Predictability. Just for me? I miss you. I felt impressive, but not important. This disposition of conflicting realities is getting to me. How can I stop this battle between my head and my heart. What is rational and self respect to what is compassion and want. I'm angry with you for not talking back to me or for not wanting me...(I cannot tell which one) but most of all I'm sad. I miss you so much. But promise you won't come back, until you just give in.