old poem

poisuun:

I’ve grown fond of the way your lips curl into a smile

and the hours spent in your bed;

but now all I see is the absence of you

and I can’t help but hope that you miss me too

I just would like some sleep;

curled in your arms + under your soft blankets

I want the warmth of your skin

I want to drown in the scent of your sheets

I want your face next to mine

and I want our breathing to become intertwined