one hundred fifty three

[Written last night at like 11:37pm]
I read poetry
That offers cold comfort
Because her words remind me of yours.
I probably missed the whole message to the poem,
Honestly.
I miss you.
My whole body aches and
I need you here.
You Me At Six is my best friend tonight again,
As I cry to 'Crash'.
Why do miles stand between?
But if youre asking me,
I wouldn't change a thing but
If I had one second
Next to you physically,
That's all I would need.
- (m.m)

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