Ever seen someone you used to love, and felt you missed the familiarity that existed?.
Do you still take your tea the same, and, do you still cook your noodles hard. Do you still wait till dusk before you eat. Do you still cry easily. Do you still hate onions in your food
One of the many things I miss when someone I love leaves, is the familiarity, the unspoken bits of intimacy.
Do you still make braids you know will hurt your hair. Do you still hate my genre of music. Do you still like boys who don't like you. Do you still eat five times a day, and speak your mind so loudly. Do you still smile and love the world. Do you still like sad song. Are you still insecure, my love.
Do you still love me, still miss me?
Because I do, I swear to God, I do.
This started for a particular girl, barely a line in, it moved to a most important girl, then it shuffled to me. I don't know who this is for.
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Something Mending -- VOL 1
PoetryOf Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength...
