august 31.
i miss you
i miss the way you held me
your body larger than mine
your arms safe
i miss your touch
i miss your kiss
lips like the nicotine
in your cigarettes
addicting me
i miss your voice
i miss your laugh
and i miss
the familiar warmth
of equally returned love
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Poetryfuck standards, fuck expectations; anything is poetry. everything is poetry.