I hope he makes you laugh
more than I was able to,
that his sense of humor
always clicks with you.
Does he know that spot on your neck
that's your favorite to be kissed?
When it's time to go,
does he make you feel missed?
Do his words make you melt,
the way you told me mine did?
Does he tell you you're his everything,
that you're what makes his world spin?
Do you make love like we did
or do you instead simply ****
Does he tell you that you're beautiful,
that you're his greatest stroke of luck?
I hope he's everything
that I couldn't be.
I hope he has everything,
that you no longer see in me.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC
I hope he makes you laugh
more than I was able to,
that his sense of humor
always clicks with you.
Does he know that spot on your neck
that's your favorite to be kissed?
When it's time to go,
does he make you feel missed?
Do his words make you melt,
the way you told me mine did?
Does he tell you you're his everything,
that you're what makes his world spin?
Do you make love like we did
or do you instead simply ****
Does he tell you that you're beautiful,
that you're his greatest stroke of luck?
I hope he's everything
that I couldn't be.
I hope he has everything,
that you no longer see in me.
An old one I found recently
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