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It has come to the point
I realize I am in love with you
to the point where my vocal cords
my breathing
& my head
all stop working
and I could not get a word out to you
of how it sucks
because you are not within reach
to press the words into your skin
and weave them into your head
when the empty spot in my bed
echoes with your voice and your warmth
it makes it difficult to sleep
when I wish you were next to me
and as these nights drag on
with dreams,
that are encompassingly filled with you
and I can barely hold on,
when I can't touch you there
and I can't touch you here
it's almost like pain,
and I wish it would go away
but everything stops
except the beat of our hearts,
when you are right next to me.

The End

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