I hate missing you.
I hate lying in bed at night thinking of you, thinking of someone else.
I hate seeing your smile, because its not for me.
I hate catching your scent, because I can never call it my favorite perfume.
I hate that there’s a desolate cold where you arms used to rest.
I hate that my hands are empty of yours.
I hate missing you.

Submitted by: Lauren
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