I hate to admit it,
But I miss you.
There is nothing beautiful or poetic about it.
I miss you so much sometimes its hard for me to breathe.
It's been over a year since the last time we spoke,
But everything is still so fresh in my mind.
And it hurts so much.
And it tears me apart.
But,
I miss you.
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Love and Other Fuckups
PoetryA collection of poems and drabbles about things such as life, love, and fucking up.