Little Piece

Missing you is the worst thing in the world
because I’m not supposed to
You’re just a friend, after all
and barely that in the scheme of things
but you’ve so quickly become a part of me
the highlight of my day
something and someone I can always look forward to
and when I go too long without you
I feel like something’s missing
like there’s a little piece of me
that you’ve taken and hidden somewhere
never to return
I think I need it back
because that part of you is someone else’s
and I can’t have it
and I shouldn’t be so tired to someone
tied to someone else
but I can’t break free
I can’t let go
no matter how hard I try
so here I am
missing you
and that part of me
and cursing my dumb luck
that you were able to take so much so easily
without trying
without wanting to
leaving me so empty
and how weak and pathetic I am
unable to fill the hole