i miss.

what i miss about A

driving around in the cold dark running from grocery store to grocery store.

chai

bike rides in late summer

you being my confessional

pushing daisies

sharp cheddar, tomatoes , and 99 cent bread

not calling anyone anything but "the boy or girl"

how picky you are about your hair

bad hip hop

your warm ass

what i miss about B

your ropey arms

your ass in gym class

the way you play the bass

writing on the side walk for you, and only you

sitting in class, both barley holding the top of our texts books, hands mere cms apart

you walking me to my next class

leaning against the wall

your lips

mix cds

oversized sandwiches

tripping during english class

your coat

sharing cigarettes with you

your shoes

being the only two not wasted

your voice

what i miss about B

cloudy summer days

mickey mouse

kissing outside the city limits

valentine's

talking on the phone

pulling you on a chain

rollerbladding

climbing trees

the way you smelled

cloves and old paper

secerts

my first kiss

putting my head in your lap while your driving

back roads, and reggae tapes the cute boy at school made me

roses

the cemetery

mystery

the way i felt in your arms on the floor, while i was crying

jane's

kittens

reading to me

make up

and swimming

five in the morning

and what 'your friends think'

calling to see if i'm going

ice skating

breakfast at pasqual's

gold moths

cold dirt and snow

asking " are you okay"

parked at the side of the road, it kept going

grey short, topless and over excitement making me nervous

railroad tracks, broken mohawk

warehouse shows and hedwig

stop signs

reading to me

phone sex

that space between everything, the one that doesn't have a name

what i miss about C

listening to records on your floor

sitting in your lap

your beautiful blue eyes

mr. brightside

your scarf

awkwardness

guitar hero

texing

christmas eve

and spin the bottle

playing i never with you

jackpot

your soft skin

skulls and flowers

broken discs of halloween

furry kurry

teen angst

mecca and everything that follows after

including but not limited to back roads

your glasses

the way you looked at me with your mouth slightly open and your eyes half closed

peter pan

and wish there were two of me

crying

telling you about the boy i met

**** message

lip biting

dramatic weather

all these things that i've done

singing with a mouth full of lip

drawing on me

haircutting and stomachs

sleeping

blankets

nights before the morning after

sundays

spicy food

hands around my throat

airplane rides and the killers

plus your lips

and that word

sleepy must says

wishing i could change the past

the last unicorn

and shopping carts, with converse floating in the air

exchanging secerts and misfortunes

maybe even fantasies

wondering what's missing and why it wouldn't work

sukoshi

don't forget the ears

distractions

flip the record over

and tell me you miss me too

please