conejita

I am tired, Beloved,
of chafing my heart against
the want of you;
of squeezing it into little inkdrops,
And posting it.

I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long....
A goodbye isn't painful unless you're never going to say hello again?
- If we're in each other's dreams, we can play together all night.

Your absence has gone through me,
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with it's color.

I miss you like hell.

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22 dagar kvar, pojkvän.