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I miss when you would wash my back

I miss when you would wash my hair

I miss you every time I step in there…

(Source: viridiandreamer, via citiesiveneverbeen)

We use to listen to rain pounding on a tin roof. Lighting would strike. Shadows danced for us. Your skin it glistened in the dark. Your body enfolded into mine. Puzzle pieces perfectly placed.

It rained so hard one fall day.

We sat on your mothers porch drinking instant coffee with just sugar and smoking rolled cigarettes.

When I looked over at you, I saw you, the you that reminded me so much of me.

I just wanted to make you laugh. I just wanted you to feel alive I wanted you to feel what I felt when I was with you.

I ran out there, with no coat. I opened my arms as wide as I could. I ran wild into the rain and lighting. I begged and pleaded for you just let go of your inhibitions, but you just watched me with an awkward smile and a baffled look on your face.

I felt foolish. . Wet, and now upset because my attempts to make you smile had failed..

As I looked at you once more, I thought I could see right through you. .

Was that my mind playing tricks on me?