I think about kissing you a lot.
I just want to know if your mouth tastes the same after all these years.
I miss lying beside you with my head on your arm and rolling over to kiss you in the middle of the night when we were both sleepy but full of love.
I wish you'd come back home already.
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Poetry"he's colder than ice but god, he lights up a fire in my chest." a collection of sad words about numb skin and cold hearts