i sink into the bed next to the empty spot where you used to lay, wishing you were there;
i could still smell your perfume on the pillowcase, i haven't changed them since you left;
i tear up everytime my thoughts betray me and i think of you;
i want nothing more than to touch you, kiss you, hold you;
i just really fucking miss you, so much i can't sleep;
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PoésieA collection of poems on the journey of life, love, and heartbreak. [COMPLETED]