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There’s times I wish for no space between us at all. The air feels different when you’re next to me sometimes. It’s like you’re a magnet without even trying. I crave the way you feel just by looking at you, only with certain glances. Your skin is dotted in bruises and scars but I see the soft skin that I once couldn’t help but intertwine myself in.
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by benjaminalivia

There’s times I wish for no space between us at all. The air feels different when you’re next to me sometimes. It’s like you’re a magnet without even trying.

I crave the way you feel just by looking at you, only with certain glances. Your skin is dotted in bruises and scars but I see the soft skin that I once couldn’t help but intertwine myself in.

I forget how warm you once felt until your hand rests on my knee or our shoulders brush together. You always had that feeling about you; warmth and comfort.

I have always had strange habits with you. Maybe you don’t see it, but the way I am, the person I am with you is a person not many people know.

This girl who once loved you so deeply, the girl who thought you were her world. I still have trouble accepting it myself, but I was always so soft for you. Inevitably, pieces of me still are.

I have an easier time telling you ‘no’ than I used to, but I have no shame in being the first person you call when you need someone, no problem being the person who can bring you comfort.

I am out of love with you. You are with me.

Even with the way we look at each other, that is no longer something that I questionYet shamefully, unapologetically, and whole heartedly, softness still exists for you in my heart.

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