Words are oxygen...

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I must have always
been made for you:
today, I found the
curve of your smile
in the inside of my ribcage,
right next to my heart
that’s always been carved
with your name.

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She wears her I love you
in between the syllables of my name,
in the way her arms tangle
around my body while we sleep,
baked between the berries
of the pie she made me
and in each smile and gentle kiss
she gives me.

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As I tangle my legs in empty sheets,
I know two things:
that this bed seems vast
without you in it,
that my skin aches for your hands
without you near it.

Filed under poem poetry