Untitled Sixty-five

Please do not think ill of me

when I say I miss your touch.

 

I am not good with pretending

I’m okay with how we are.

 

I told you I would love you 4ever

and I meant that.

 

Perhaps what other’s say is true

we are not good for each other. 

 

But in all honesty

I just want you. you. you. you. you.