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Jun 2014
12.
My heart literally aches
with my everyday breath.
4 days in, without you,
without your voice that caresses my ears
every night;
without your genuine laughter for my
stupid jokes;
without your touch that I have craved
since the moment I met you;
without you.

You have infiltrated my daily ways,
my everyday routine, my tiny gestures.
You have conquered my needs, wants, and all of which makes me, me.
You, you selfish *******.
You made my ways all about you.

The way I cook (without you
tangled on the width of my waist)
The way I wash the dishes (without you
landing your fingers on my nose)
The way I watch the tube (without you
nuzzling the contour of my neck)
The way I walk (without you
intertwining your hands with mine)
The way I do things, my every day things-
without you.

You, you stupid *******.
You made my life about you.
You, you shameless *******.
You made the tiniest thing special.
You, you ****** human.
You made everything perfect.
You.
You are gone.

And now I miss you.
I miss you.
Keilah
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Keilah  Manila
(Manila)   
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