im tired of not being able to sleep at night
because i keep thinking of you
and the way you used to whisper my name
in the middle of the night, in your sleep.
and the way your hand would always find mine,
no matter where we were or what we were doing.
every time i close my eyes, i see your face.
it's a curse, and a blessing at the same time,
because I don't think i could handle seeing you
in real life, because i know i would just go running
back into your arms.
but I still don't want to let you go, at least not yet.
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Poetrymidnight thoughts from a girl who doesn't like following rules.
