I really don’t miss you until it’s
6:01 in the morning, and the
street lights are off, and the
room is room is darker than
black, and I want my fingers
sinking into your side.
You told me I was an ugly
sleeper, and a beautiful
dreamer. You used to kick
me in your sleep. I was just
happy to have a bruise that
I didn’t cause.
And it’s true, that I don’t need
you anymore. But Every now
and again, I still hope, that my
face has pillow imprints on your
heart.
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