A Cry For Help

I miss smiles that hurt without any pain and the gentle kiss of laughter. A version of me that exists only in memory I feel shackled by the knowledge. I miss words that danced from cheek to tongue Out into a world that no longer hears the words i say. I pray, One day, I will be strong enough to say. Enough. I miss nights where sleep was a loving friend We'd dance and talk the whole nights end. I miss love that was love and not just the pretence Not, not being in love just feeling the feelings. I miss loving myself and letting love in. If I do say enough Where do i even begin? I am a shell of what is me, That misses himself dearly, Every. Single. Day.