When I wake up in the early morning
my arms search
the cool sheets for you.
You aren't here.
You nevere were.
And now,
tonight,
my whole body is inkstained.
and when i wash
i'll know when i am clean.
i hate being ignored.
but you arent ignoring me.
you simply arent around.
you arent here
which hurts the most.
If you're going to go,
go.
though you were never here.
and the wind kissed my arms.
i like when they do that.
sometimes i pretend that you're there with me.
Think of it.
Walking in the heat
stopping for a lazy kiss
whenever we need
or selffishly want on.
think of it.
bare feet in the house.
no need to cover up.
we can leave all the windows open
we can leave the butter out.
i don't mind.
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