Ash yourself out.

I'm just missing you, I guess, and wondering why I let you.

Tip up your chin and gaze slow into the morning. Tell yourself lies that you don't dare tell to anyone else. What happened? To your strong morale and your witty words? You cannot decide who you want to be anymore. Every polar blank lashes out at you, screaming "Run, now, while it's not too late!" Haven't you ever lost yourself? Like misplaced keys that you just can't seem to find, haven't you stepped away from yourself and forgotten how to come back? Misinterpreted undertones. Can't we rewind? I meant more, so much more. Did you ever know? Did you ever know how much you meant? Happenstance. Those circles under your eyes. Your mouth. Laughing and talking like me. Planning our attack. And your fingers. Which we know would never be brave enough to pull the trigger.