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drunk texts anonymous

2 am phone calls.

you think i would be used to them by now.

i never thought i would get one from you.

i awoke at 1 am,

restless,

telling myself i should have went with you,

making myself guilty,

wondering how you were doing.

then i get it,

the famed text.

"r u still up?! will you come get me please?"

of course i will.

anything to see you.

 

we stayed up talking till 5 am

talking fears,

plans,

and feelings fogging up the windshield glass.

we shared tears,

held hands,

and even laughed.

 

its moments like these that make me hope

that one day i will get to call you mine.

you let your guard down

and let me see you

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sj-stine
American
Published
Nov 21, 2010
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