what i miss about love
has nothing to do with cigarettes
and wine stains on rented carpets
what i miss about love
doesn't make me feel ugly, or fat, or unwanted
even if the feeling is unintended
what i miss about love
lies in bed with me without struggle or complaint
a partner in my pillow fort, under a canopy of stars
what i miss about love
has less to do with you than it used to
than maybe perhaps it ever did
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