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how many times do I have to say I miss you until it becomes poetry how many since it mattered how do I tell you I haven't let anyone touch me since you because as long as your hands remain the last you still exist here somehow how do I tell you that doesn't even begin to describe it how do I tell you all the places you touched me still sing like a phantom limb how many days did it take for your mother to ask about me if I'm ever coming back again what happened to me what happened to us what did you tell her and how bad did it hurt to say aloud how do I tell you even the simplest things are crippling without you how breathing is wasteful when there's no other lips to taste it how badly my body has pined for yours again how cruel must you have been to make me want like a child to lead me senseless to the brink of everything I ever wanted to lead me giggling and trembling touching your face and to leave me here alone without a warning heaven was not heaven when I entered it alone all this love I have to give is shot to hell if I can't give it to you so how many times do I have to say I miss you until it becomes poetry? because I'll do it I'll do it and do it until it matters to you
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 9:28 AM UTC
the unrequited love poem
how many times do I have to say I miss you until it becomes poetry how many since it mattered how do I tell you I haven't let anyone touch me since you because as long as your hands remain the last you still exist here somehow how do I tell you that doesn't even begin to describe it how do I tell you all the places you touched me still sing like a phantom limb how many days did it take for your mother to ask about me if I'm ever coming back again what happened to me what happened to us what did you tell her and how bad did it hurt to say aloud how do I tell you even the simplest things are crippling without you how breathing is wasteful when there's no other lips to taste it how badly my body has pined for yours again how cruel must you have been to make me want like a child to lead me senseless to the brink of everything I ever wanted to lead me giggling and trembling touching your face and to leave me here alone without a warning heaven was not heaven when I entered it alone all this love I have to give is shot to hell if I can't give it to you so how many times do I have to say I miss you until it becomes poetry? because I'll do it I'll do it and do it until it matters to you
#love#sadness#loss#unrequitedlove
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nicole-hammond
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 9:28 AM UTC
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