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Elizabeth DiMuro Jul 2016
your glasses are on the nightstand, my love
fill the gaps in my sentences with kisses
close the curtains and let the darkness consume us together

run your fingers through my hair
whisper to my aching bones that i'll be alright
hold my hands, my love, hold my heart

avoid eye contact with my blood shot eyes
don't let the door slam on your way out, my love
i won't ask you stay if you don't want to

i deleted all of your messages yesterday
your scent washed away in the washing machine
my phone is silent with out you to occupy it

the corners of the walls seem to blend in with everything else
i still seem to get sad sometimes, my love
my mind can't help but wander

do you search for me in her? do you search for me at all, my love?
do your fingers twitch when you think of me?
does your heart flutter? do your toes curl?

i don't think so
i hope not
because this is hell, my love, and i'm stuck in it without you
trying to get over you is a lot harder than i thought it would be

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