I miss her. Who she is. What she added to my life, and how she helped me to grow. I miss her smile. I miss her laughter. I miss how her lips would curl as she smiled; how pink they looked; how full her cheeks are. Her softness and hard edges...
I miss listening to her stories; and her debates that sound like a verbal essay. I miss her intellect; her opinions. How she would ravenously devour a book.
I miss my dreams. I miss feeling her arms around me when I sleep. I miss her possession, and I miss her spark; how she used to pull me close like I was hers.
But most of all, I mourn for my heart - and all the dreams...
that never were...
--- Ink and Wander
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Floating Feathers - poetry and prose
Poetry💜🤍🖤 Playing with floating feathers is what I do now. This is small book of miscellaneous/random poetry and prose written with the lens of a demisexual person; writing about love and relationships and overall approach. 🖤🤍💜🏳️🌈 For more poetry...
