I missed out on never ending play on jones beach, feeding deer, and tackling each other in the sand.
I missed out on midnight train rides to and from NYC, on the Long Island Expressway.
Vaginaface, penguin butt, monkey face,
you were mine for a short while, and i missed out.
I couldnt keep things together, when you loved me, and now you dont even acknoladge my existance.
I lost you among the world, and in the numerous times i have tried my best to find you again, i have always failed.
I live among the walking dead.
Without you, i am singular.
You made that summer my very best.
They say you never forget your first, i guess they are right.
Since i left you, ive been many places, with many people, in many different frames of mind, and i always find myself back with you.
Except, im not.
Im here and you are someplace else.
I miss you.
I love you.
I missed out on you, and i lived to regret it.