i learned a long time ago to stopMature

I learned a long time ago to stop
missing the pieces other people take 
from me, but sometimes when I’m stoned
at midnight and I’m thinking about
all those times we made out in the back
of your car, your hand on my ribs like
you knew you couldn’t fill the spaces
between them just yet, but you wanted
to be close, how you wanted to get to know
all the crevices of me, and I miss you
terribly.

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