sometimes.
sometimes i think,
about how your lips would feel on mine
or how your hands would gently hold mine
and the feeling in my chest is so tight, and the sudden welling of tears remind me to stop
i think about your curly ramen hair, blonde and woven in between my fingers
i think about your rough stubble, my soft cheek rubbing against it
i think about your low but gentle voice, one that could lull me to sleep
i feel like glass when i think about you
and suddenly im crying, my jaw hurting from holding back tears
a combination of love and missing
i feel so much
