I want
to hug you
so damn bad,
that it hurts,
to my soul's core.
I want
to kiss you,
so bad.
I want
to cuddle,
and snuggle,
and love you,
in person.
So.
Damn.
Bad.
Just lay there
with you,
on the couch,
or in bed.
Hear your voice
in person.
I want
to be with you.
So.
Damn.
Bad,
that
it hurts.
Just
lay
with
you
under
the
covers.
These
daydreams
are
so
bittersweet.
Run
my fingers
through
your hair.
Kiss
your lips,
hold
your hips.
Intertwine,
our souls
together
in person
without
anything
in
between.
Fall
in love
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PoetryOn the way home. Dad's arguing. Austin's shouting. I want to disappear. Dad's shouting. I'm arguing. Austins arguing. Austin's shouting. I'm suffocating. They're arguing. I'm hiding now. Or distracted, for lack of better words. I'm trying but I can'...
