tonight;
sleeping without you having kissed me good night or being a room apart makes it feel like a never ending chore.
I've thought about your touch and how completely safe and comfortable i felt.
I've thought about your kiss and you lips that don't need chap stick.
I've listened to song after song every one reminding me of a second with you.
I've hugged my pillows and wrapped myself up in my dona that you slept with last night hoping it would suffice. it hasn't.
i miss you.
I'm afraid of getting too close but i think it's too late.
I'm gone.
sleeping without you having kissed me good night or being a room apart makes it feel like a never ending chore.
I've thought about your touch and how completely safe and comfortable i felt.
I've thought about your kiss and you lips that don't need chap stick.
I've listened to song after song every one reminding me of a second with you.
I've hugged my pillows and wrapped myself up in my dona that you slept with last night hoping it would suffice. it hasn't.
i miss you.
I'm afraid of getting too close but i think it's too late.
I'm gone.
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