august
hudson, ny
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her
oh god,
i can't stop thinking
about it.
your skin against hers
as your hands are interlaced.
you're never going to
want me in that way.
all i can think about
is you.
the way your window is
visible from mine.
the way you laugh at certain
things that shouldn't
be nearly as funny as they are.
the way you get so excited
about what you do.
the way you are so incredibly
impressive whenever you
show off just a little bit.
the way your voice can be
heard from a mile away.
you're everywhere i go,
i can't escape you.
and i wish i could.
YOU ARE READING
how to heal
Short Storya short story / set of poetry about healing and letting time mend you that is based upon real events but not entirely true (:
