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Dec 2013 · 241
vii.
sleepyphantoms Dec 2013
if i were to
(**** myself)

would you
even
mi
s
s
me at
all?
Dec 2013 · 325
vi.
sleepyphantoms Dec 2013
vi.
I should be in bed, shouldn't I?
But I can't with  knowing that somewhere, you're awake, wide eyed and probably chilly.

Can you feel the crescent moon watching over you?
Do you feel the way I miss you all those miles away?

Come back, come back, come back.
Before she takes you away from me again.
Because this time I'm not letting go.
Dec 2013 · 369
v.
sleepyphantoms Dec 2013
v.
Wh
e
n
are
w
e
go
i
n
g
to
b( i
mis
s
yo
u) e
ok
ay

again?
Dec 2013 · 239
iv.
sleepyphantoms Dec 2013
iv.
Excelsior.

Up
and only up.
Dec 2013 · 225
iii.
sleepyphantoms Dec 2013
I want you to know;

I've got nothing
but love for you.

(My father always told me
that the things we love the most
will always **** us
in the
end).
Dec 2013 · 332
ii.
sleepyphantoms Dec 2013
ii.
I don’t know, I just feel so sad so suddenly. I miss the way I’d be able to count on you for loving me. For being the only person in the entire world who would drop what they were doing and come be with me, even if that meant lying to your parents and my parents. I believed in a future with you, and I could reach out and feel it at any given moment. Life with you was so tangible, so beautiful, the very idea of it embraced me as you had so many times before, holding me closer and closer to you until we’d mend into one person. I love you so ******* much, but it’s not enough. It will never be enough, because I can’t bring myself to give it all away. But I hope you feel it when I fall too close. I hope you feel it as my car drives down your street, exactly where it shouldn’t be. I hope that when you walk through the sea of fallen leaves at the park, you are drawn to the picnic table where we always sat at. And I hope that when you sit down, you’ll see it, my message to you, engraved in the wood with everything of mine.
Dec 2013 · 326
i.
sleepyphantoms Dec 2013
i.
Cerulean eyes in dark waves,
tree ***** leaves,
quit saying the word, "always,"
you don't mean a thing to me.

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