there isn't

a word
that i dont want to say
not a second that i dont want to stay
and be with the feelings i miss from
the first kiss you gave me
the first miss you made me
like watching a performance of a perfect person
whispers of the eyes and itches of the lies
i never want to tell
never want to yell
but screaming is ok
and meaning is to stay
with feening is for this crazy feeling
that i love to feel with you
that i love to feel from you
you
its not easy
or simple or singular or scented
its just you
fingertips and closed fists
and kisses
and listless
and lonely
i wonder and feel and felt and dealt myself this hand
but i just dont want to play it
i miss the days when i could say it to your face everyday
i just miss you