crave.

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I don’t think I’ve missed anyone 

Like I miss him.


I crave his presence,

The warmth of his hands.

The way our fingers were molded,

Like we were made

To hold each others’ hands.


I crave the soul that made me believe that I was easy to love.

I crave just staring into his eyes.

A lot said those beautiful brown eyes,

That saw right through me. 


I crave his presence like a hungry tiger in a cage,

Ready to pounce and accept the love even if thrown at me as if I’m a disgrace.


I crave seeing him smile,

The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes,

Lighting up his face and consequently my life.


I crave his smell,

The invigorating scent made me feel at home.

I crave his affection,

So gentle with my fragile, glass like heart

But he dropped it. 


And I’m afraid I’ll think of him

When I’m standing at the altar in my wedding dress,

With a man who loves me more than himself.


I’m afraid I’ll miss him on my wedding day

Yet I crave for him everyday.

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