I miss his arms around me.
I miss when there was a We.
He used to hold me and say I love you.
Now he just looks at me and says I hate you.
Teen Missing You Poems
Missing You Poem For Him And Her
When you are separated from someone you love, it is not unusual to wake up every day with a strange ache in your chest along with thoughts of them. Missing someone is never easy. In fact, when you miss someone, your mind seems incapable of thinking of anyone or anything else. For some people, missing a loved one is accompanied by a deep sadness that reminds them of their inability to be with that person again. For a lucky few, missing someone only makes their love grow stronger until they are finally reunited.
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I miss his arms around me.Featured Shared Story
If he would do that to you, he obviously wasn't the right one for you. You need to stop self-harming, but I know that's easier said than done. I'm a girl who has been through all that. I...
Sometimes I wonder if you forgot me on purpose
I tell myself it's an accident
I know that's a lie...
Maybe all the things I did were for nothingFeatured Shared Story
Hi, I'm Hope and I’m 15. I have depression too from what my doctor told me. Feeling like this hurts me and hurts others. Friends I've known for the longest time have cut, attempted suicide,...
You're The Only One For Me
Is it strange to say
I sleep just to dream of you?
One day hoping I wake up
To it coming true.Featured Shared Story
I am touched........ no story to add. Speechless I am.... As I was going through this poem, I was reliving my relationship and the ups and downs that we had. I am not strong enough to come...
I say I miss the sky
I say I miss peace
I say I miss happiness
I say I miss the sun ...Featured Shared Story
This poem had really touched me! HATS OFF to the poet! Actually I was quite busy with my assignments, I took a few minutes to check this website and I finally found this poem! My tears start...
Poem About How Hard It Is To Move On
The first snow of the year falls around me.
I stare out my window. It never fails to astound me
How each flake is different. None are the same.Featured Shared Story
You're welcome. It's really sad when someone dear becomes a stranger in two minutes. It's a nice poem that was greatly expressed.
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