if you date me i will probably wake you up for sex at 4am
I am waiting for you.
Last night I couldn’t sleep. At three in the morning, I turned on every light in my apartment and read all your old letters, looked at every picture we took together. I wondered if you were doing the same thing.
I remember the time we went to the park and spent an entire day playing games, like we were kids again, like nothing hurt. The city was darker back then and sometimes things didn’t seem worth it, but that day things were better. We sat on top of the jungle gym. It felt like the top of the world.
You are three thousand miles away from me, and I miss you, I miss you. I feel it all the way in my bones, an ache deep inside, a wave of sadness drowning me. Every breath I take without you beside me hurts, a rusty knife inside my lungs. I never knew I could feel like this until I met you.
I think about you every day. There is no poetry in this feeling. Please. Please come home.
Rachel Thompson, Distance (via poemsbyrachel)