Messy room

As i sit here all alone in my messy room
I can't stop my thoughts returning to you.
Your hair your eyes your smile your laugh
I miss them all
But i have to ask.
Do you miss me?
I don't think so
But then again
I just don't know
But knowing you
I don't think you do
At least not much for the moment it's true.

Your bad bits
Your good
I want it back.
Back for good
Forever and always
We used to say
And yet that seems
So far away.
You'll always have my heart
No matter what
I want it back but alas
Cannot
Ask for it back
From around your neck
I guess I'll be fine
But one day soon
You'll miss me and my messy room.
But by that time
I won't risk it again
And so for now
Goodbye
Farewell
My dear. Old. Friend.