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.