WHAT I WROTE WHILE YOU WERE AWAYA Poem by flickering candle
and now i realize something that i never have
i will always love you i will always miss the sweet sound of your voice of the taste of the air when you are around art will never mean the same to me because i'll think of you and your eyes will stare at me and pierce through me every night i try to sleep running my fingers across a counter cleaning up spilled milk getting ready for a party will never feel the same because even a party where i'm smothered in people and skin and drunk men and w****s bump and shove past me and the music is so loud my ears sting still feels horribly lonely without your presence now i am left to taste empty bottles and get ready for no reason and sit on the kitchen counter and yell and spill things because that's what i do now that you moved on now that you're gone i've got spilled milk to clean up © 2015 flickering candleReviews
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