who miss who!

Didn't know, holding yourself back just to not make a call could be this difficult.

I don't miss you,
Its just that I miss a part of me when you are not here!

We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom
                               when we should have bloomed.

It is, as if the sun has become disgusted with  waiting.

                -Charles Bukowski

yours/mine

You told me,
What was yours was mine too..
But today,
I realized it wasn't like that.
I felt sorry for my cold hands,
for it was YOUR hands
that was in your POCKET, not mine!