When you were just you

I miss the days when you were just you.
when my hand used to fit
perfectly in yours and
there was still space enough to
spread our wings.
now when I look at your pretty face,
I wish if I cud run away.
the smiles you fake hurt me.
the longing to be in your arms
push me away, scared
of the coldness you wear.
I miss the days when I could say
anything that does not make sense
and you made meanings out of it,
now I try to talk nous,
but it seems u dnt get me,
at all, and I try
harder to look for you, in you.
you are not here, not there, not anywhere
I miss u ,
thinking about when you were just you.