It's been too long since I slept properly,
and the memories of your fingers tracing against my jawlines makes me ache.
It's only been a few weeks, but I miss you I miss you I miss you.
The first night I woke up, you clutched me to your chest instead of just laying next to me.
My heart skipped,
and god, did I smile for hours that day.
I wish things could be different
I wish we could be closer.
And I am trying so hard to set up walls,
because you are not mine, just as I am not yours.
This is all just a silly little game,
playing with matches and gasoline,
who will go up in flames first?
What happens when this is all just ashes?
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
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I wrote this a while ago and it's been sitting in my journal for a good bit, figured it might want some attention.
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