I don't think it's really him I miss
I miss the way he made me feel I guess
The way he held me so close even though I know now it probably didn't mean that much to him
The way he would smile at me and make me laugh so damn loud no matter what I was feeling
The way I hung on to his every word and tried to remember his every move
The way I succumbed to his every whim
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Survivor
PoetryThese are short pragraphs and poems that i wrote in times of immense emotionnal turmoil i was angry,bitter,hurt or determined. Keep in mind that this is not professionnal writing and that this is my first ever time sharing my creations. ~WARNINIG...
