4 in my nickname
and all the other things I love
like your pretty manners
and your weird dreams
and how our love remains a “could have been”
–
friend, lover, stranger,
i’ve liked you in all of these colours
and miles part us and though I can’t see you or hold you
there have been nights when I couldn’t keep my words off of you.
//I hate paths which end blindly yet I can’t seem to dislike the fact that we met in this life//
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