when i miss you
i wrap myself in your smell
like a safety blanket
until the tears have stopped falling
and your scent has faded
from the jumper i sleep with
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a short collection of 3am musings
Poetryjust some thoughts on love, mental health and recovery
When I Miss You
when i miss you
i wrap myself in your smell
like a safety blanket
until the tears have stopped falling
and your scent has faded
from the jumper i sleep with
