I honestly don't know what to do
cause I still find
myself saying your name
at night
your face is 5 months
faded
but it stills burns
so bright in my head
and I wish it would leave
just like you did
it haunts me at night
I still fucking miss you
I hope you still think about me
I say your name at night
until it burns my throat
and your name
chokes me
oh god do I love it
I remember your burning
hands against my freezing skin
we burnt together
so beautiful
and
bright
and dangerous
my god I fucking loved us
and I wish more than
anything
anything
is to burn with you again
one last time.
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- ♡ .
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poetry problems
Poesíahe wrote me into words that burned the page. ••• just a collection of poems im writing . please enjoy .
