To be honest, he's back and I'm still sad. Hopefully I get to see him this weekend. But I'm still sad. He's going to leave me again for so much longer. 6-18 months. That's too long. I lost my mind the first hour he left. I tore myself apart by the third day or so? I'll hopefully be able to talk to him still but I don't know if I can handle that.
Seeing him every day isn't even enough for me. I miss him and I miss his goofy adorable laugh and his grin and his voice and his face,
and I miss his lips. His kisses, cuddles, snuggles and loves. I miss his presence. I miss his touch.
I miss when we're at lunch and we're so squished together, not because it's crowded, but because it's nice and it's safe and it's comfortable.
He protects me. He keeps me sane, he keeps me standing, he keeps me clean.
He takes care of me without knowing it sometimes.
And I need him.
It hasn't even been two weeks and I basically killed myself.
Metaphorically.
I can't handle him leaving in 2-3 weeks. It's not going to work. I'm going to break.
But I need him.
And I'm going to stay with him because he's the only person in my life worth dying for.
He's also, the only person I have ever met that is worth living for.
He is my world.
I love him.
He's mine.
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to be honest
Poetryto be honest is a book based on my life, what is going on, how my mind works, how I'm feeling, and basically all of the in between. Some areas may be made-up, or simply not explained enough to be understood.
