this is more about you than it is about me.

March 24, 2010 § Leave a comment

when you are not with me
i am lonesome
i miss your smell
i miss that spot on your chest that gives me so much pleasure to stroke, i miss the freckles on that spot.
i miss the freckles on your cheeks
i miss summer you
i miss summer me
i wait in my room after dying my hair,
waiting to go to this show that you should be picking me up and bringing me to.
i want my books back
i want you to change your fucking profile relationship status, everytime i look at it a tiny particle in my ribcage yells out “fool!” to me.

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