I can still touch the tears that do not fall as my face still warms with the thoughts of you.
I am golden in my envy. I am conscious of love.
even with all the bullshit swimming in my stomach, you
… my love …
are still missed.
(this was written months ago ... i just never posted. but i was looking back at old writings today, and this one felt sweet. so. i thought i'd post. xo)
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