The thought of you hovers over me like a spirit that adamantly sticks with me. Would it be crazy to say I do not want it to leave?
I do not want you to leave.
Every night I return to my house, to my room, and to my bed, I wish you were here.
Here, so that I could read and learn everything about you like it’s poetry.
As I study every inch of you slowly because I don’t want to up and leave. I want you to stay. I love your eyes brimming with intensity as you stare at me as if we’re the only ones in the world.
You see me. All of me, and I see all of you.
The way you pine after vanilla scents that draw me to you like a magnet, the way you laugh, neat yet not with everything in order because you like to sort your own shit, but I’d like to sort them with you. The way you like rainbows yet the dark, the contrast in your music taste with each moment. The way you pay attention to detail and do your best not to forget, because once it’s important to you, it stays with you.
I’m that down bad. And it’s only for you.
All the parts of you left behind stay with me: the pictures, your earring, a sock, the notes you wrote on. You want to remind me, but you don’t have to. You’re unforgettable, and might I add, in a very pleasant way.
I want to hold your hand, graze your face softly with the palm of my hands, hold you in my arms. Adore every part of you. Do you not feel it? That we’d fit each other like gloves. That we can take each other’s flaws and turn them into beauty; they do not define us, but they make us, they single us out to be different because we are here to live like everyone else.
I want to do everything with and for you.
You make me long inevitably. You make me want to sell my soul for a single kiss.
This is what you do to me, and yet I do not want you to stop.- Tori
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