I Miss You

I miss you.

When life was simple and fun,

When I could be carefree and adventurous,

When happiness was obtained through simple means,

I miss you.

Cartoons were still drawn by hand,

School was boring yet interesting,

The childish adventures were wild and reckless,

I miss you.

Weatherman,

Storm Chaser,

Football player,

I miss you.

Straight

Straight?

Bi,

I miss you.

Tests that I never spent time studying for,

Ideas for stories that I would think up and toss away over and over again,

A new form of media literacy that ignited the writer within me,

I miss you.

The dozens of all-nighters I'd spend writing page after page,

The finished stack resting in my hands as the clock struck 3:00 AM,

The tears that poured from my face as I realized what I'd accomplished,

I miss you.

Now you're gone. And now I'm concious,

Realizing that I'm no longer myself,

Just a shell of who I used to be,

Who are you?

We're all those pages a waste of time,

All those passions and motives nothing but distractions,

All nothing but false accomplishments,

Who are you?

Why are you like this,

Why can't you be normal,

Why can't you stay focused,

Who are you?

Who are you?!

WHO ARE YOOOOOOOU?!!

…

I am missing.

My passion is gone,

My pages are burning,

And my adventure is done.

I am missing.

Broken,

Hollow,

Void,

I am missing.

I loved you,

But I can't love me,

I missed you too much,

I miss…me.