queued thoughts

I

the mere thought of you gave me a headache

you were my first and i was your last

your love was sweet as nectar

and as enticing as cinnamon

you made me crazy actually your love got me running

running back to the mad house

and your touches better than never

i loved you

i miss you

i need you

but you are gone now

hopefully a better place

as i stand here holding your cold pale hand

i remember and i always will

what you whispered in my ear every night

"babe, heaven is wherever i am with you"

but i guess all good things come to an end

us being one

and you being second

but baby you always made my insides twist

got me having another ache.

-b

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