though my nights won't be good,
not when i'm isolated from this.
i'll miss our talks,
i'll miss your grins,
i swear i'll miss every bit of it.
o, these nights will be dreary,
for i'll be pushing myself daily.
fragile. please pray for me.
i'll hold this necklace tight
and i promise and swear this
one of the ones we picked once.
i hope you think of me. remember
this gross poem and the embers
won't go burn out.
and know that i will you throughout.
gaze up to the moon at midnight
though we'll be timezones apart
so i can knowingly share that same
with the idiot holding my heart.
stay focused and be strong, for i
know we both have deficits but
still we have to try.
you will not bite the dust.
i hope you'll rest well. hell,
i'll be catching up on lost hours
finally giving in
losing myself to exhaustion.
this poem was cheesy, entirely
obnoxiously. it's unlike me
to write this way
for you, i'll put that pride away.
good night, churro boy.
wrote this for my boyfriend cause i'm leaving the country for a bit