I often catch myself thinking of our life together, and what always gets me are the small moments that I would die for.
just the thought I waking up next to you, I wonder if you'd mind that I twist the sheets up in my sleep so I don't feel so awash in the expanse of the bed, and I wonder if you'd make fun of me for the way I sleep with my head on just the corner of a king size pillow. as I groggily fix up my morning coffee, I imagine a day when I wake up to you bringing me a cup on a lazy Sunday afternoon and settling in next to me with love on your mind and lips just begging to be kissed, and I have to stop stirring for a minute and remind myself that one day that really could happen. sometimes I lie awake in my bed and think of the day when I'll be able to fall asleep to your breathing and heartbeat.
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poetry.
Poetryjust a place to keep all my poetry together. read if you must, comment if you dare.
