On the days that I miss you the most,
my heart weighs so much that
my body can not get out of bed.
I hear your voice in every
twenty-one pilots song
so I play their album on loop
and I sob along to every lyric.
On the days that I miss you the most,
I see your face stitched onto the green
of every snooker table that I pass by.
I miss the way waking up next to you
felt like home, the way your hair
smells in the morning. On the days
that I miss you the most, I am homesick.
Bittersweet ♥️
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