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Aug 2022
My eyelids shut, my mind’s at haze
I suffocate, cats’ smell, too dense

I get up slowly, windows opened now
Buts that’s not only
seal that’s opened. How

Deep is depth?
I tear the covers right
I’m sitting up
Against indigo sky

We used to sleep, right here, together
And now we don’t
The story’s over
You dyed blonde

I’m not broken
It’s not you I miss
I’m longing
For the kiss

For the hug
and the serenity of touch
I miss belonging
and I can’t sleep tonight

Thanks for being in my life
I’m much obliged
It’s written over 9 months after us breaking up. I know exactly it’s not her I’m missing right now. It’s this stupid desire to belong to any woman.
Kon Grin
Written by
Kon Grin  20/M/Uzbekistan
(20/M/Uzbekistan)   
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