every time
we'd pull apart
after those late nights
you'd look at me
and I at you
and every time
I wished for
more hours
with you
doing anything
studying
crying
laughing
coexisting
anything
more moments
of intimacy
not the kind
you'd think
but the looks
between us
the grins
the teasing
more you
your eyes
your smile
the joy in
your laughter
the kindness
in your words
the gentleness
of your motion
but every time
I'd have to
remember
the night
was over
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Brain Dump
PoesiaIf I write a poem, it goes here. A collection of thoughts, dreams, fears, and whatever else I see in my brain. TW: mentions of sexual assault, suicide, depression, anxiety, self harm
