seperation

you're crazy as hell and you can be quite a handful at times but for some reason, I miss it, all of it. Your eyes Your hair Your body Your eyes Your lips your piercings, which at one point I found weird because I wasn't used to them, now I've grown to admire and if I haven't said it yet: Your eyes, the way you use them is deadlier than an Inland Taipan. combined with your smile causes catastrophic chaos in my heart. I miss the walks and when we'd sit together and talk about whatever. I miss having breakfast and you excitedly showing me one of your perfumes or telling me about one of your piercings. I miss the times you'd tell me one of your absurd stories, not the stories themselves of course, but the enthusiasm you had to narrate them and making me listen even if I didn't want to. I miss you, not just the thought of you, I miss YOU utterly.