I miss the way it was always
despite
instead of
because.
I miss the way you tore me apart
and put me back together,
begging.
I miss the way you told me you loved me
after you screamed at me
to just ******* die.
I miss the way you stroked my cheek
as I trembled in your arms
covered in bruises.
I miss the way your legs covered mine
because I was freezing
in 82 degree weather.
I miss the way you gave me your shirt
after, because you wanted me
to bathe in my own blood.
I miss the way you whispered my name
when you were drunk
and the way your lips felt on my neck
at midnight.
I miss the way you took every part of me
and crushed it into dust
and handed it back to me.
I miss your warmth
and the way it felt so ******* good
on my body.
I miss the way your rough hands
fit perfectly in mine
and how when you thought I was asleep
you traced each crease in my hand.
I miss the way you demanded;
never asked.
I miss the way you yelled at me;
the way you whispered to me.
I miss the way you embarrassed me
in front of all of your friends
to get a **** reaction.
I miss the way you bit on my lips
until there was blood
and the way your mouth tasted like
coffee and cigarettes.
I miss the way you brushed my hair
out of the way as I sobbed
on your shoulder.
I miss the way you fell asleep on my lap
after a long day
and how you looked so young;
so peaceful.
I miss the way you touched me too harsh.
I miss the way you held me too gentle.
I miss the way you said goodbye
as you slammed my bedroom door
at three in the morning.
I miss the way I woke up in your bed
and you were already gone.
I miss the way you clenched your jaw
when you were frustrated.
I miss the way you sighed
when you were annoyed.
I hate the way I miss you.
The way my body longs for your touch
and the way my lips hold your name.
The way I can't stop thinking of you
and the way it hurts so much
that I know you don't give me a second thought,
because.
But I also know
that if you ever did think of me
it would be
despite.
May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 5:23 PM UTC
I miss the way it was always
despite
instead of
because.
I miss the way you tore me apart
and put me back together,
begging.
I miss the way you told me you loved me
after you screamed at me
to just ******* die.
I miss the way you stroked my cheek
as I trembled in your arms
covered in bruises.
I miss the way your legs covered mine
because I was freezing
in 82 degree weather.
I miss the way you gave me your shirt
after, because you wanted me
to bathe in my own blood.
I miss the way you whispered my name
when you were drunk
and the way your lips felt on my neck
at midnight.
I miss the way you took every part of me
and crushed it into dust
and handed it back to me.
I miss your warmth
and the way it felt so ******* good
on my body.
I miss the way your rough hands
fit perfectly in mine
and how when you thought I was asleep
you traced each crease in my hand.
I miss the way you demanded;
never asked.
I miss the way you yelled at me;
the way you whispered to me.
I miss the way you embarrassed me
in front of all of your friends
to get a **** reaction.
I miss the way you bit on my lips
until there was blood
and the way your mouth tasted like
coffee and cigarettes.
I miss the way you brushed my hair
out of the way as I sobbed
on your shoulder.
I miss the way you fell asleep on my lap
after a long day
and how you looked so young;
so peaceful.
I miss the way you touched me too harsh.
I miss the way you held me too gentle.
I miss the way you said goodbye
as you slammed my bedroom door
at three in the morning.
I miss the way I woke up in your bed
and you were already gone.
I miss the way you clenched your jaw
when you were frustrated.
I miss the way you sighed
when you were annoyed.
I hate the way I miss you.
The way my body longs for your touch
and the way my lips hold your name.
The way I can't stop thinking of you
and the way it hurts so much
that I know you don't give me a second thought,
because.
But I also know
that if you ever did think of me
it would be
despite.
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