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Tell me what it's like when you think of me.

Why?

Just... because.

It's like a knot in your soul, an aching sense of hope,
Like you know times will change, but it can't come soon enough.
It's like a broken mirror, but only one shard fell,
Like a shattered piece on a dusty old shelf.
It's like a rainy day when you're stuck on a lake,
Like heaven for others, but for you, an unbroken ache.
It's like a sense of happiness at the worst possible time,
Like I can't kiss you, but I can call you mine.

You get what I mean?

Like how the stars seem so close they're hugging,
And the rain and the grass are peppering each other
With soft little kisses, carried by the wind
Yet nobody knows the distance they hold
For rain is only on grass for a fleeting moment
And lightyears separate the stars.
So I could love you, and think of you, and yell your name to the air so that all the village hears just how much I love you,
But it would never be enough.

An empty hand,
Like fingers curled around nothing.
Eyes like the storm, raining tears down as I realise that years will pass
Years and years until I can hold your hand again.
Feel your hug again.
Kiss your hair again.
Years and years.

Oh, wow.

I'm not finished, no I've barely even begun
For the sky we see, we're looking at the same exact sun.
These letters that I type, you can see them too wherever you are,
But letters don't get across what I feel for you.
We're like those two stars, next to rhe southern cross.
Alpha centuri, by name, but something else for us.
Two stars, two people, so close at heart,
That to the naked eye they're never told apart.
Two things, seen as one, just like love should be.
So why is the closest love to me on a screen.

Five hours, it hurts worse than a stab to the leg.
Worse than a million knives in my head.
For time to someone else is a demon to me.
Four hours, thirty minutes, and twenty five seconds.
A rough approximation of how to get to heaven.
It's a three day walk, but three days is worth the outcome
If I finally get to feel your hand in mine.
If I finally get to see the truest beauty in this world.

I don't know how to respond to that...

And if one thing is to be taken from all of this,
It's that I love you more.

LIAR.

;)

Go to sleep you little shit <3

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