Wearing your sweatshirt on a cold night.
I might love this so much.
I actually do..  adore you cooking pancakes.
As much as I adore your lips around me babe.
Maple syrup, able to devour you inch by inch.
You ease my itch with every touch.
I will miss it so much.
I wept as my inner demons talked to me.
Shaking and losing everything all at once.
You never left, my heart rejoiced.
Touched your beard as you heard me voiced, I love you.
Oh, you.. the face you made when i told you.
You deserve so much, too sweet and you deserve all.
I hope I am that much for you to not ask for more.
My sunrise at three in the morning.
My baked macaroni this early morning.
My happiness and everything.

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