I don't really know how to write.

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the bones in my hand curl and ache from the gravity pull of your body from wanting to reach out and hold your hand from letting go of your embrace sooner than enough from collecting pieces of you everywhere from clutching my other hand too tightly because I am without you

from missing you (LR)

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blue moon, maroon tune let’s hit baboons with our spoons then fly at high noon

a haiku for June

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I’m sorry I haven’t been around much lately but please know I’m still here I’m still here thinking about you and how your day is going I'm still here making mental lists about things I want to say to you and things that remind me of you I'm still here breathing and hoping you haven't changed your mind about us I'm still here thinking about you and counting down the days until I see you again

I'm still here (LR)

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I like you because you’re good. You’re more than good; you are awesome, amazing, and everything wonderful in this world. I like how you always laugh at my jokes and how you always listen to me. I like the sound of your laugh and the way the corner of your eyes crinkles when you do. I like the way you treat people, with so much kindness and respect. You have a way with everyone you meet, no wonder everyone likes you. It’s hard not to like you. I like the way you dress very nicely. And you are easy on the eyes, which is very nice too. But you are so modest and humble. You don’t even try and still you are the most beautiful human I’ve ever seen. I like you because you never try to make me feel bad. Granted, you tease me a lot but I’m always happy with you. You make me feel good, even when I’m not. I smile more and laugh more whenever I’m close to you. It’s a habit I have, and I habit I hope to have for a very long time. I don’t ever wanna grow out of you. Rather I wanna grow old with you. And I’m the kind of person who never wants to grow up. You make me feel things that I never thought I wanted to feel until I met you. You’re a great listener and smiler and laugher and great at everything. You just make everything easier: smiling, laughing, dancing, living, breathing. I always want to be near you. I like you because you’re you. I’m a better me whenever I’m with you. You complement me in a way I never thought anyone could, in the best way anyone can.

lr, I really like you (via wandererwrites)

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I know the timing now is off, but please don’t close your door don’t lock it don’t throw away the key please just leave a crack open, just slightly for me

please | LR

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How did it come to this? How is it that we used to talk almost every day and now we barely talk at all? I don’t even know how to say hi to you anymore. All of the songs that reminds me of you play one after the other. Even on shuffle. There are strawberry crescent moons tattooed across my palms from all the times I thought of you and wanted to text you. Because I missed you. And I didn’t want to. I still don’t want to. I find myself avoiding your eyes, avoiding even the slightest touch of your breath on my skin. I don’t know where it went wrong, but my muscles are too tired of breaking again. How did it come to this?

excerpt from my journal #5 // how did it come to this? (LR)

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a flash flood warning is tattooed on my rib cage there have been hurricanes where my left lung should be but you took it with you when you left like with many other things you cut a vein in my chest and now my heart hangs lopsidedly my heart tries to beat to a different tune that doesn’t sound like you my body tries to clean itself get you out of my systems but it’s no use

you’ve made a mess of my insides (LR)

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we sat next to each other with our cups of tea brewing side by side and then you asked about him the boy I’m crushing on the boy I’ve been visiting across the sea and in my dreams the boy who’s not you I could have babbled on about him shoving in your face that it’s not you who I’m constantly thinking of anymore it’s not you who I’m linked with anymore it’s not you who I love anymore but the playfulness in your voice and the way you looked at me and kept looking at me made my heart tug on the notion that I still care about you and even though I don’t want to I might even still love you

but I don’t really know what love is (LR)

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i.I’m one week pastthe person I want to be,and that is in your armsii.I think about youso so much you must feel myenergy, you mustiii.Please tell me you feelit too. Please tell me you feelsomething between usiv.I miss our hugs andthe way I stopped shiveringin your armsv.Do you think of meas much as I think of you?I need you closervi.Forgive me, I haven’tthought of you much latelybut I still do miss youvii. We are but brokenhands and heavy hearts, countingthe days ‘til healingviii.Airplane sunsets anduncomfortable chairs butI’ll see you soon dearix.Life goes on and I’mstill so far away from you,from home. Take me backx.I miss you like roamingants. I’m searching for youbut it’s not the samexi.It’s been raining fora week, and in every dropyou’re here – I feel youxii.December isn’tDecember if I’m not there.I’m sorry I can’t

12 Month Haiku of You // I wrote a haiku about you each month and this is what I got (via wandererwrites)

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It’s always like that with me. I’ve thought about things I want to say to you when I see you next and when I do see you, I don’t say them. I wanna tell you all the funny things that have happened to me. My memories do not do you justice. I miss the actual sound of your laugh. I’ve made all these poems in my head about you, but I hardly write them down. I need to write them down. I need to write you down. That’s the only way you stay with me longer.

excerpt from my journal #3 (LR)

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I don’t care that The music is too loud Or that I’m laughing Even louder I don’t care that I’m slightly sweating Or that my arms Don’t know where to go I only care about you Laughing with me About silly things And gutter balls Our laughing eyes Sit closely, just enough The pins in my chest Becomes butterflies

bowling for butterflies (LR)

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it's been raining on and off for the past several days outside there is hardly any sun but there is still you

you are my sunshine // LR

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the raindrops sings: I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, please come back home

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I never paid much attention to time zones until I met you. You are two time zones away, which is three hours ahead with daylight savings, two hours without. Although I don’t know how that saves me any time. When I am waking up and having my first cup of coffee, you are already more than halfway through your morning. When I am going to bed, you are already fast asleep. There is never a good time to talk to you, or even say hi. Because right when I do, you’re already three hours into saying goodbye.

lr, I wish we lived in the same time zone (via wandererwrites)

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flames dancing across cheeks it was all warm inside and out and nothing phased us not even the surrounding sounds of crackling charcoal, sizzling meat on the grill, conversations of our friends around us, none of it mattered because you started laughing and it was the most wonderful sound and the most wonderful feeling making you laugh hearing you laugh being there with you in our own little bubble gosh, you laugh so beautifully and I don’t even remember why we were laughing so much but I guess that’s not what matters - what matters is you and me and us and if I could spend the rest of my life making you laugh, that would be enough

it felt so good laughing with you, I could do it forever (LR)

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hold me, my darling I'm falling with the leaves but I am here to stay