This time

 I miss sharing,

I miss the way your skin feels against mine. 

I miss you telling me your latest news and gossip, 

Then I tell you mine.

The inside story on work and other things 

That bother our minds. 

I miss the promise of a slow dance. 

Someone to share singing a song. 

Someone to appreciate the sunset, 

Or help when the winter comes. 

Its the small things. 

Giving someone the power to destroy you. 

And believing they won't ever do. 

Because a broken heart is not 

A easy fix, no matter how much you glue. 

The pieces get smaller, 

Til you find, you hand them to anyone. 

And hope they wont hurt you this time.