Through our entire lifespan
everything reminded me of you
and everything felt perfect,
because it was you
and it was me,
and how could it be any less
than absolutely perfect?

You took your time,
you got to know me,
you memorized the sadness in my eyes
when I just couldn't take it,
when I just couldn't do it alone,
and you cradled me in the
hallways in front of everyone,
in front of no one,
it never mattered.
You wore my hand-made love
around your wrist,
and gave me your half-broken
heart to mend,
because no one else could,
because you couldn't trust anyone else
with something
so fragile.
and you wore that shirt so proudly,
that black one,
long-sleeved,
and you called it mine
because you loved how I loved it,
and you called yourself mine,
because you loved how
I loved you.

And you said,
over and over and over,
you would always be here,
until one day you weren't,
you're always there, there, there,
never here.
Here is where I need you to be,
and here is where you're not.

Because it's too inconvenient,
because I'm too much of a burden,
even though you promised,
even though I still need you.
Even though friendship is still
friendship, over how ever many miles
could fit between us.

I kissed a boy with your eyes,
and felt myself fall apart
beneath the weight of
loving you, and missing you,
and hating you.
He said "the intensity of love is a beautiful thing,"
and I ran
because of how dreadful,
because of how right,
because of all the truths that stood in front of me,
that I couldn't bring myself to face.

Well,
I still miss you,
everyday.
Even though I shouldn't,
even though I don't want to.
We melded together like soulmates,
and broke
apart.
Well,
I still miss you.

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It’s weird, the way this happened.
I was lying in bed, ready to sleep, and the lines about the shirt came to me like OHAI!
I wrote most of it last night; finished and refined it today

<3C