Sometimes when I say something stupid I get this feeling in my stomach thats trying to suck my whole body inwards so I disappear and never have to relive that moment ever again.
I get it at least 3 times a day including right now.
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It’s like the sun,
her smile hurts to look at.
I can squeeze her hand gently,
before asking the waitress to bring her another knife.
I can kiss her forehead,
then fetch her a drink from the kitchen.
I can hold her in the night,
just because it’s nice to be holding someone.
I can watch the sun come up with her,
because we never run out of things to talk about.
I can sit quietly with her,
because sometimes silence is nice.
I can make love to her for hours,
because every millimetre of her skin is divine.
I can whisper something
cute, silly and playful in her ear and
enjoy the sound of her childish chuckle.
But I can’t look directly at her smile,
because I fear one day
she’s going to stop.
And it’ll be my fault.
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