I don't know how and why I ended up here but now that I have I can't stop thinking about you. There hasn't been one night when I didn't plant my face against your dark bedsheet just so I could smell you.
Oh what I'll do to have your hands around my body when I sleep on your chest that goes a little too fast under my lips.
I miss you. I just miss you so bad, it has started to pain in places I can't decimpher. I want you, and this need is eating my soul. I want you all to myself. I want to hear your breath in my ear, against my neck as you kiss me shivering up my body like a nightmare.
I want you so bad it doesn't stop hurting. It's continuous and I hate to imagine you laying next to someone knowing she can taste your lips against hers.
I hate it and I hate it so much I almost want to hate you. But, I miss you so bad I'd easily go kiss the stranger across the road to feel the taste of your lips in his.
Yep it's pretty short and whatever
Also, I'm grateful and shook at the same time. I mean, can you believe this book was RANKED #22 IN POETRY! Like, is this even real anymore?
Thank you very much you BEAUTIFUL people!
THIS MEANS THE WORLD TO ME!
Love
Ayushi 💜
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PROFOUND SINS
Poetry"Your kisses taste like 'I love yous' But Your 'I love yous' are all lies; " "For love, for death and for the fear of losing what we had, we ruined our kindness in the most unloving way. Each night, before laying your head in my arms you whispered...
