Missing You

I miss you.
There;
I said it.

I miss the hugs
The smiles
Every wacky debate
And all of your quirks.

Even though
You've dragged me through the woods
And pulled the floor from beneath me
I still want your friendship;
I still need you.

Now that
All of the anger
Has ebbed away,
All I feel is sadness
And loneliness.

Feeling childish
And petty
And that it defeats the object
Isn't the real reason
I've stopped talking about you.
It's because I don't
Want to think about you.

It hurts too much.

I think about
All the times you were there
When I was alone
When I had no one else
When I needed to laugh;
And it's so sad.

'Cause I still want that.
The only problem:
I want the old you.

The you that wasn't
Wrapped up in yourself,
Who actually bothered,
Who loved his friends.

That's what I miss about you.