It's Not Healthy
It's not healthy
to think of
you
so much.


Neither is it
to imagine
those frosty blue
eyes, or
fiery red hair.


Or that little
smirk
you give, when
you think you're
right.


It's not healthy
to imagine the
feeling of your
fingertips,
sending chills all
down
my
spine.


Or your warm
lips,
pressed gently
against mine.


Or the smell
of your hugs,
when you'd
hold me
safely in your
arms.


Or how happy
you made
me, how
you made
me feel whole
again,
how you didn't
make me cry
so much.


It's not healthy
how much I still
think about you.
But not a day
goes by,
where I don't miss
being able
to love,
and be loved
back.

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