"Do you miss him?"
"I don't know how to explain it.. I uh, It's like.., longing for the driving, but not the destinations."
"..That doesn't make any sense"
"Well.., perhaps..,
Alright, it's like this.
I miss kissing him, I miss his arms around me, I miss his hand searching for mine and his head in my lap with my fingers in his hair.
I miss being close to 'my' someone.
But I don't miss him."
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The lioness
PoetryDon't we all overthink once in a while? I just like to write everything down until I can get my head out of my ass and get to writing real, legit novels. (which I'm actually working on.. Kind of)
