It all kinda started when you left, when I think about it.
My body felt your presence leave, and it went back into the lethargy, it once was accustomed to.
And when you come back; you revive me, and make those thoughts dissipate; but you leave again.
And I'm back at square one, without you.
I can't ever let you go, we both know that.
And this insomnia will last until you come back home.
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Love // Thought
PoetryPoems about unrequited love, melancholia, and thoughts day-to-day (Updated randomly)