Miss.

I miss a lot of people,
But a lot of people don't miss me.
It's incredible to think this is how my life shall be.


You love someone wholly,
They seem to love you true,
Then leave so suddenly
Making a fool out of you.


Someday I will learn
To give up earlier
So that I don't miss anyone
And then everyone
Will miss me.


(Written on June 29th, 2014 at 10:40 am)