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sunday night

sunday nights

Sunday nights

what seemed to be endless nights of bipolar fingers dancing around my keyboard until 1 or 2 in the morning 

middle finger: "I" 

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ring finger "remember" 

*space* 

"the way - 

*space* 

"you"  

middle finger: "backspace backspace backspace"

middle finger "i"

"i remember when we hid under the sheeeeeettss....."

*back space*

middle finger: "i"

"i remember the space" 

i remember the space, and how i hated the space between "goodnight" and "good morning" but i loved the space between us because halfway was where our lips met

i remember our book and how there was no space between us because we were both on the same page

or the space of where my stomach was and where it was supposed to be when you kissed me for the first time

or the space between your crooked smile and your ears where i kissed you for the last

the space between your fingers was my favorite because mine fit perfectly in the middle, and i remember how you loved when your hair filled the space between mine.

the space between my head and my hands got my thoughts drunk as they passed through the center of me - which explains why everything i write seems to have your name between eveeeerry......


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