It's that all too familiar feeling that i don't know where it comes from
Fighting with my mother and brother so i can at least have an excuse to shed tears because at the moment, they are senseless
I have become accustomed to the knots that tighten in my throat every autumn and expel different pitches of my voice that sound nothing like me
I have gotten used to sleeping alone
And i no longer yearn for your naked body next to mine during summer
But that doesn't mean i don't miss you
It doesn't mean that i don't miss you telling me that you miss me
That you miss our coversations
That you miss the smell of my skin the same way i miss yours
How i would kiss your nape good night every night
Our scent tangled in the sheets and tangled in your hair
I miss you telling me to trace the outline of your tattoos with my index finger
I miss you
I miss being your "sweets"
And i miss having you to walk me through life
I miss you
Plain
And simple
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