i miss you (1)

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I miss hearing your voice

and seeing those eyes light up,

whenever I started talking first on a call.

I miss seeing you doing such stupid things

and talking in the weirdest ways

and making my heart flutter constantly.

I miss talking constantly.

I miss the endless texts of this thing and that

and how you seemed to sew me together

with just a sentence.

I miss the late night texts,

when I fell asleep first

just an hour before you woke up.

I miss you.

And I talk about you as if you're dead,

but truthfully,

it's just us that is dead.

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This is a poem I just wrote a minute ago. I hope you like it.

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