I miss the way your lids close over your greyblueblack eyes and they trace the slits that your soft lids have made
I miss the way your face feels in my palms
I miss my lips in your palms, darling
I miss being able to ask you for help about anything
I miss how you would never could never say no. I miss the smile you'd give me when I offer you chocolate, or a kiss.
I miss the way you would laugh with me about the way silly words tasted in our mouths
I miss your stinky armpits, I really do.
I miss pulling you close head on my arms and face in your neck and happiness and a special comfort that I can't get from anyone else.
I miss your deep voice, even on the other end of a phone.
I miss the way you would lift me up and we would dance on my bedroom floor like the world was watching But for me, it was just an excuse to breathe in the scent of your hair
I miss how I used to be happy all the time.
I miss the long car rides the only car that has ever felt like a new kind of home to me
I miss the apartment that I never got to see, Why not?
I miss the taste of sweat on your upper lip
I miss your hot skin burning through mine, penetrating enough to make me sweat underneath my *******
I miss wiping the the burdens the hurting from your brow.
I miss crying into someone's (your) shirt and sniffling and wow, you smell like love,
love
I miss the tiny hairs on the back of your calves
I miss sending you letters, I still write them. The last one was 8 pages of heartbreak and you-would-be-so-proud-of me's but I could never send it.
Not Now. I miss, wow I just, I just miss
you.
I miss you
I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you endlessly I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you