Mixed Tapes

Today, I heard a song that you gave me;

The soundtrack of falling for you

And those songs still exist.

But...

I remember lying on my bedroom floor

Blue piles digging into my skin,

And with every song I was sold.

But...

I miss you,
like I always missed you

When you weren’t around

But being together
was never quite what missing you was

Always trading stories.

Always waiting our turn to talk,

Our turn to prove how smart we were.

I’ll never stop missing you

And I’m so grateful.

Missing you makes me better

And while we were together,

I missed missing you.

It’s all broken now.

And maybe I like that better.

I crave the sadness

I crave the loss

And the songs still exist,

But they play in a different order
And they don’t play for me.