and if i could, i'd go back to when i admired you from afar. i'd go back to listening to your stories, but actually listen to them, and not stare blankly at your face and nod. i'd go back to when i could rest my head on your shoulder and hold your hand, and stay there just a little longer. i'd go back to listening to your heartbeat while i held you, hugged you.
i'd go back.
but the thing is, i'm not sure you're the one i want to go back to.
// m.m.
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PoésiePoetic Rant Book Series - #2 A collection of poetic like sentences and/or small poems. Plus, a few poetically put rants. (lower case intended)
