four in the morning (for him.)

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i want to trace i love you's on your

shoulder blades,

so that you never forget the feelings you give

me.

every morning, i want to wake up cold

because you stole the sheets.

i yearn for those restless nights,

in which your steady breathing

and warm embraces

lull me back to sleep at four in the morning.

press your palm against my chest to feel 

my heartbeat and

remind me that

i am alive.

let me pull you closer so that i can

breathe you in; your soul trapped within my lungs.

and when you hear me sigh,

hold my head between your hands

to let me know that 

i am not half as bad as i think 

because your eyes are so beautiful and i see myself in them.

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