
There must have been a hundred pages,
Scented with the love I've been dreaming of every day.
So it is true that I read all of them before sleep sometimes,
Just once in a little while,
Slowly like the way I long to caress your lips.
And the softness of your touch haunts my every dream,
Like this longing I have of you,
Burning ever so precariously in this moment of my heart.

When you’re away, I’m hurting inside for you.
Heart sinking,
Belly aching,
Mind numbing,
Hurt for you.
I miss you.
When I’m talking to you, I’m thinking of us.
When you’re with me I come alive.
Heart beating,
Belly flying,
Mind racing,
Alive for you.
I love you.
I can’t stop thinking about you.
It’s like you’re stuck in my head.
I think about you everyday.
You say you love me
And I know you mean it too.
But without you here I’m just dead.
I walk alone in town and run when I see someone I know.
When I get to that one place where it all happened,
I just breakdown.
My heart isn’t like it was before.
I always ask myself “where are you?” and “when will you come back?”
I always end up waiting for an answer to come.
Nothing came and it just crushed me inside.
When you’re not here I feel like I should be dead.
When I see couples kissing in public and saying those words,
It hurts me, and I wish it was you and me.
I miss you like whoa, and this poem can’t even explain how much.

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