I miss you.
Hands, hair, lips, ears, fingers.
Everything.
I miss you. I miss the way you breathe.
You made me love so much,
you made me feel nothing but happy.
Now I'm all alone writing ****** poems and songs about how much you hurt me .
I never thought about all the pain you could cause me.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 2:04 PM UTC
I miss you.
Hands, hair, lips, ears, fingers.
Everything.
I miss you. I miss the way you breathe.
You made me love so much,
you made me feel nothing but happy.
Now I'm all alone writing ****** poems and songs about how much you hurt me .
I never thought about all the pain you could cause me.
