Missing.

There is this little hole inside me,
once upon a time you filled that hole.
But you were the wrong shape,
the wrong colour,
you were all wrong.
But now I feel emptier then when you were here.
I don't want to be 'one of those girls',
I really don't.
But I have this hole in my being,
and I need something,
to make me feel,
like I can do this,
on my own, again.