i miss the green soap bottles in your bathroom
and watching you come downstairs with your glasses on
i miss you and i want you,
but you don't want me as much.
sometimes i draw you nude,
as bare as your voice when it gets late
and the lines in your shirt collide;
you don't look at me quite as much as i'd like you to
your feet tapping the ground and fingers snapping
we cut watermelon to eat on the couch
when it gets late and our bodies are tired
of searching for ways to touch the other.
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sometimes we fall in love with the wrong people. and we stay with them, because we think that our love is enough to mold them into the person we want them to be. it never is. and the inadequacy of your love will hurt you. you will wonder why you...