days i spend with you aren’t even real, it’s too perfect to be. i woke up missing you i’ll go to bed missing you i hate it, i hate the way your absence makes me feel, i hate that i’ll have to wait to hold you in my arms again, to kiss your gentle little cheeks, to bite and then kiss your finger where you’re playing with my lips because you like them so. i miss your blue eyes and your smile and oh.