I think what I miss most is,
being in your arms.
As cliché as it may be,
I honestly and legitimately felt safe.
Like you were shielding me from harm.
I felt loved,
with every squeeze and caress.
I felt valued,
every time you pulled me closer,
I felt beautiful,
with every kiss on my shoulder,
like your lips marked my skin as 'yours'.
We fit perfectly,
like a successful game of Tetris.
Like a puzzle consisting of two pieces.
Made specially for each other.
When placed together,
you'll see this beautiful picture
of two imperfect individuals
who just happened to be pretty close to perfect for each other.
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Things I swallowed and wrote instead
PoetryMy name is Simone and I have been in a serious love/hate relationship with my job for the last five years. I am a photographer in a private photo studio onboard a cruise ship, a job that has turned me into somewhat of a cynic after everything I have...
