why I wish you were here;
no one laughs like that. I miss laughing over jokes like that.
sometimes, i feel like no one has made my insides contract like that.
I need space, i need you. what to do….
An intelligent conversation? Maybe. They sound intelligent on the outside.
Someone says you got worse over the summer.
Why does it seem like you’ve gotten better?
(The words i say mean something,
but no one knows that.)
I have a question,
but you thought i was killing you.
its just a question
that means i love you.
(no one-
and i mean no one-
can smile like you do.
then again,
thats why i hate it all. )
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