I know we've said our good-byes,
  and I know we've gone our
  separate ways,
  but I still miss you
  I wish that people were like chalkboards,
  and we could wash our memories clean.
  But we're not.
  And we can't.
  Yet despite the anger that I feel sometimes, 
  I still miss you.

  We were happy once,
   and I remember those times.
   I remember how we smiled and laughed,
   and how you held my heart
   in your hand.
   I remember the tears and the fights
   and how I took my heart back,
   bruised and slightly wilted.
   But still, somehow,
   I miss you,
   and I just wanted you to know that.
   ........... I still miss you.