Yes, I do miss you. I used to lie beside your skin. I miss that.
I used to sense your breath in my face.
You used to sneak your toes inbetween mine,
and my eyelashes used to be too close to yours.
Now all i see is blank air in darkness. All I hear is your voice,
that makes everything even worse,
for being a sign that you are not in the same room with me now.
I don't want to forget you, but I can't deal with all these reminisces of you.
I feel nausea. At first I thought is because of the baby.
But then I realize, it's because the absence of you.
Yes at times, I'm needy. I want you to warm me up, wrap me up.
Need me. Unfold me. Yes, you are my best friend,
but you are also my man. And I'm longing for your presence.
So stick with me. Stick around.
I won't give up on you. Please don't give up on me.
1.12.08
Killed by
Noran Bakrie
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1:34 AM
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