My Thoughts Inside My Haunted Mind

You.

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My palms are sweaty

like when I use to hold your hand.

I use to be embarrassed by it,

but you said yours was too.

I wait for you.

I sit under the tree

in the park we first met.

I sit under the tree we had our first kiss.

Where I use to go when I had a breakdown.

And you were usually out walking because you have really bad insomnia.

You would see me sitting there and walk over.

You would sit next to me and just hold my hand.

We didn't speak during that time.

I knew it was mostly because you didn't know what to say or you were afraid to say the wrong thing.

I miss you though.

I miss you so fucking much.

My heart aches for you.

My chest hurts when I think of you.

I love you.

c.t.a