When you miss me it's just a craving, a craving for my touch or my lips on yours. That's your miss. But you don't know my missing. You don't understand that nights where I hug my self so tight and dig my nails into my skin because I longer for your touch or you're voice for a second. Where you ache for just the prenese of someone. When you miss me it's nothing but when I miss her every single memorie of us pops into my head. How it's been over 2 years since I held you since I have held you close. The kind of miss I feel is something you will never understand.
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PuisiIt's just my stupid rants in the form of poetry because that's what speeks to me most.
