I went through our old pictures
mentally distorted into two
I'm still hanging on to the ropes you gave
while I see you making new memories
I'm not sad, nor do I miss you
I don't miss the thorns
I only miss the roses
the warmth of your hug
But who am I to ask for it
I'm probably just a stupid naive girl
But beneath my heart I desire
a one last hug from my dear
I miss the warmth tight grip
The way your perfume stench
my clothes
the way I could enjoy your smell even if you weren't around
I don't miss you.. but all I can say is
"it hurts again"
©treatchi
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