All I do is miss you more and more.

I woke up today and I missed you. I rubbed my eyes and I saw a glimpse of you laughing. Shaking my head, I stood up and dragged my feet to the bathroom. There in the mirror, I see you obstructing my view and I gave up. I reached for the switch and the light blinded me for a while. I slumped into the sofa and exhaled slowly.

You don't need me. I realize that.

You come and you go. Everytime you leave, I get used to the silence, I get into a routine and I detach myself. Just when life seems bearable, you come back again. And you reel me in time and time again. And I get reeled in hopelessly each time. Each time thinking it would be different, that you'd stay; and sometimes you do - just slightly longer than the last.


And then you leave.

And you come back.

And then you leave.

And you come back.


And all I do is miss you, because its the only thing I know.