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I had dreamt about you going and it left me in a cold sweat but hung around for the rest of my day.
The distance between me and your nicely shaped arms.
The way you fucking look at me. The way you fucking won't.
I can't stop thinking about that bar that we love on 17th that boasts the cheapest bottles of Blue Moon in town and a free pool table before 7... and that bathroom. You scooping me up in the hallway, hinges whining loudly as we fell through the door. That poor candy dish on the sink and, while you were making love to me against the torn and tearing wallpaper, deciding to replace it with something comparable, if not better. You laughed because you always laugh. At me, for me, with me. You always laugh.
And now you're leaving. In fact, you're already gone and you'll keep going goddamnit.
I might just eat my way into a larger pant size until I see you again.
Come back. Please. Please come back.
The distance between me and your nicely shaped arms.
The way you fucking look at me. The way you fucking won't.
I can't stop thinking about that bar that we love on 17th that boasts the cheapest bottles of Blue Moon in town and a free pool table before 7... and that bathroom. You scooping me up in the hallway, hinges whining loudly as we fell through the door. That poor candy dish on the sink and, while you were making love to me against the torn and tearing wallpaper, deciding to replace it with something comparable, if not better. You laughed because you always laugh. At me, for me, with me. You always laugh.
And now you're leaving. In fact, you're already gone and you'll keep going goddamnit.
I might just eat my way into a larger pant size until I see you again.
Come back. Please. Please come back.