Always.

My heart is captured.
Yet I miss the one boy who broke it.
I shouldn't miss him.
I am happy with the guy of my dreams.
But the fire is slowly dying.

I'm not the jealous type.
But some how,
I don't know how,
But this boy had me jealous.
Because he was happy,
And I was not.

It breaks my heart,
To know,
That I could never make him happy,
Like she did.

The tears I shed for him,
Broke my heart even more,
Only because,
I hate to cry.
My friends would know this.

I still miss him,
He would never understand,
How much.
He said he just wanted to be friends,
Now we don't talk.

I'll just miss him,
From afar.
So I don't cause,
Any trouble for his happiness.

It hurts to know,
That I will never see the crooked smile,
or those bright eyes,
Again.

I will always miss him.