Miss you. You are not here I'll be sitting on the floor writing another forty-three poems for another night.
It's worse than a rumbling tummy It's worse than missing the plane to Vegas It's worse than Anything I ever imagine -
Angels showed the bloody bandage on your head. Told me He is in pain He is insane He is crying He wants you. HE WANTS YOU BADLY.
I won't leave you
Twice the leaves turned yellow and fell. Our room is so bloody cold
If you were here It's better than traveling to space IT'S BETTER THAN KISSING UNDER THOSE NEON LIGHTS It's better than being able to breathe -
Here. Four in the morning. I don't want to write another forty-three poems for another bleak night. I've already written four-hundred and seventy-three
I crave for your whispers
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