I want someone to look me in the eyes
like nothing else matters
I want to wake up to him
or a text from him or something more
than the empty feeling in my chest
I want someone to share random thoughts with
I want him to pull me into
his jacket and zip us up inside
I want to talk to someone
about theories, ethics, words,
the universe and more
I want someone to call me at one in the morning
and tell me to look at Polaris
I want him to pick me up unexpectedly
and make me laugh hysterically until I snort
I want someone to trade literature with,
sleep in with, cuddle with
I want someone to miss me when we're apart
Even if it was all fake, I still miss the little things.
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He was always the perfect lie...