Missing…

I miss your touch. I miss the fear
you may not call, that end is near.
I miss not knowing what will come.
And now I know. And it is done.

I miss feeling insecure.
I miss trembling, wanting more.
I miss fainting in your hands.
I miss trying to make you my friend.

I miss trying make myself being yours.
I miss feeling so destroyed
when you refuse to show you feel,
when you keep it looking so unreal.

I miss just lie down next to you,
hoping desires will come true…
I miss mislead myself it’s love.
It never was. But it felt so enough…

25.05.2015
Sopot, Bulgaria
author: Sabina Braycheva
photo: Victoria Justice Interview Magazine December 2011