I’ll miss your tattoos
and the way you part your hair.
I’ll even miss the dumb clothes
you like to wear.
At night I’ll miss
the whisper of words
you say so carelessly.
I’ll miss listening to your heartbeat
as I rest my head upon your chest.
I’ll miss even more the way your
fingers crawl inside of me.
And the faces you make as
I ***
I’ll miss the way you throw me against
the shower walls.
I’ll miss all the things we did
just for fun.
But I speak these words in tears
at night
all alone in my room,
because I won’t ever say out loud that
I miss you
because I want to be
strong.
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 9:25 AM UTC
I’ll miss your tattoos
and the way you part your hair.
I’ll even miss the dumb clothes
you like to wear.
At night I’ll miss
the whisper of words
you say so carelessly.
I’ll miss listening to your heartbeat
as I rest my head upon your chest.
I’ll miss even more the way your
fingers crawl inside of me.
And the faces you make as
I ***
I’ll miss the way you throw me against
the shower walls.
I’ll miss all the things we did
just for fun.
But I speak these words in tears
at night
all alone in my room,
because I won’t ever say out loud that
I miss you
because I want to be
strong.
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