Play the fool, you jealous dudes are just a plate of food. Tell the truth, I'm the coldest cat; Sabertooth. A black sheep running with a pack of wolves.
Soul eating, hell raising.
the way that you taste. The way that you smell. The way I find your hairs everywhere. I miss the giggle you would make when you smile. I miss asking you what is so funny. I miss your answer just being “you”. I miss being able to look at the stars with you. I miss looking at our star together. I miss holding you. I miss those moments where I get to silently stare into your eyes just long enough before you ask me what I’m looking at. I miss spending hours together and accomplishing nothing at all. I miss holding your hands for hours while we just watch movies. I miss kissing you. I miss having your body pressed warmly against mine. I miss falling asleep with you in my arms. I miss the fact that you were the first thing I woke up to. I miss so much. I just miss you terribly I suppose, and it hurts. It sucks so darn bad going without these things now that I know how good they were.