If somebody were to ever ask me
what you were like,
I would become inarticulate
because I don’t think any amount of
metaphors and similes
could describe the way my body feels
when I can sense your eyes on me,
and no amount of make-shift poetry could
express the way you make me feel
even when you’re
nowhere to be found

 

 

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