to be honest,
i thought i would miss you.
i thought i would miss your hair,
that smelled of home.
though sometimes home smells like mothballs,
sometimes home smells like moldy fights.
i thought i would miss your colorful eyes,
but i don't remember what color they are,
any more.
i thought i would miss how you said i love you.
but it was always me saying it, turns out.
i thought i would miss you,
but that's something i could never do.
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Oh, Ms. Believer-Poems
PoetryA collection of poems, by none other than your awful-excuse-of-a-person-author. I hope you enjoy! ((PSA/ They will be marked with a Trigger Warning if needed, so don't worry about that)) (future psa/ I hate this entire book sm you have no idea
