Missing you

I never found myself
At a loss of words
 Until I went to say
"I love you",
And all I could say was
"hello",
"How are you?"
And "Can you remember?"

I am not the type of girl
To stand still
And neither are you.
Yet here I am standing,
Waiting for a moment
That might have already passed.

I am always late for the party
And I missed you saying
That you still liked me.
I was too far in the suffocating denial
Of being who I am.

This is a sad story of lovers
Broken up by convention,
Fucked over by convinction
And denied of a happy ending.

But do know that every time I say
"Hello."
"How are you?"
And "Nice to see you again."
I mean
"I still miss you."