missing stupid
little things
room for two
comfortable
familiar
I find myself
missing
the littlest
things
not
empty words,
****** favors,
tally marks
of headaches
instigated &
insinuated-
i dream of
willingness to
sit in silence
loving a stranger
who feels every
day like new
kindred spirit
eyes wander
eyes erupt
emaciate
& emancipate
soul from body
the gentle
presence
blanketing
my hands
kisses across
collar bones
blissful negligence
I miss it more
than I could ever anticipate
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 5:09 AM UTC
missing stupid
little things
room for two
comfortable
familiar
I find myself
missing
the littlest
things
not
empty words,
****** favors,
tally marks
of headaches
instigated &
insinuated-
i dream of
willingness to
sit in silence
loving a stranger
who feels every
day like new
kindred spirit
eyes wander
eyes erupt
emaciate
& emancipate
soul from body
the gentle
presence
blanketing
my hands
kisses across
collar bones
blissful negligence
I miss it more
than I could ever anticipate
I still don't know
where it all comes from
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