pollythundercat

Fuck.


I miss you bad. Your eyes, your mouth, your tongue, your hands, your voice, your skin, your smell, your body. I miss the simple things we havent had, like going out to dinner and talking about useless shit for hours, rubbin our legs under the table. Renting a buckload of movies and staying in for the entire weekend, under blankets, getting my ass whooped on video games. Fucking like animals - and asking you for more. Then laying down on ur chest, exhausted, and seeing u fall asleep. Sharing a bed at night, and a dirty mirror in the morning. Getting a card for valentine's day cause none of us had time to buy anything. Fighting over who's paying for lunch this or that time, or bc you wanna try and feed me fruit. Eating honey bbq chicken made by u, and ice-cream, on the jar, bought by me ('cause i cant make it, obviously!) - feeding it to you, getting you dirty, lapping it up. Kissing you with a cold tongue ring. Telling you to go smoke outside, then going there and staying with you, getting that 'scent' all over my hair. Getting drunk together, shopping together, celebrating our birthdays together, going to coney island together, planing trips or bill payments together, making useless promises together, and not keeping them, together.

Being together.





















Something I wrote for the only man I've ever really loved, who lives on the other side of the world, and works way too much to think of something nice enough to respond to this.

And still, I miss him, and love him.