It's odd, but now that you've left me, all I want is a piece of you which I can hold onto, to cherish, and love to ruin. I think forgetting the way it felt to have your hands run across my back as your lips pressed against my forehead would be a far worse fate than longing for you endlessly. If I can miss you, then I don't have to entirely live without you.
I can still feel your lips on mine, your hand on the small of my back and your thumb caressing my cheek, I would hate to lose that.
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Midnight Thoughts
ŞiirA collection of thoughts and feelings about romance, yearning, and growing up, written as poetry, musings, and short stories.
