Some times when I feel lonely, I like to sleep with

your old sweatshirt and listen to our mixed tape,

singing along to all our favorite songs.

I miss you oh so bad.

When I see all your pictures in my phone,

I die a little bit inside, wanting nothing

but to hold you close one more time.

I shut my eyes, desire flooding me.

Longing is all I know when I see you.

I am hurt at your hasty departure.

Some times when I feel lonely,

it helps to remember all your damn imperfections.