Days with you shined brighter I felt like I could take on the world with you in my arms or by my side.
Nights with you were filled with dark bruises on your neck and hands slipping under shirts and after the storm of lust you lay in my arms fast asleep.
Days without you to be honest I haven't spoken to you in so long I seem to have forgotten what day or even month it is.
Nights without you I'm outside getting high then I walk back in lay on my bed searching for your warmth that will never return.
How is it after all this time not a single word from you and you're still my muse? I feel ridiculous to write about you with so much love.
Love. Love. Love.
Fuck love where has it really gotten me where the hell have you got me.
What day is it?
What time is it?
What month is it?
If I never met you I wouldn't lie awake at night wondering why you hurt me cause my gullible ass fell for you. I sorta kinda wish I never met you
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Poetrylove /ləv/ noun 1. an intense feeling of deep affection. lust /ləst/ noun 1. very strong sexual desire. miss·ing /ˈmisiNG/ adjective 1. (of a thing) not able to be found because it is not in its expected place. 2. (of a person) absent from a place...
