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staring at the phone is like
staring at you when your eyes are beautifully
closed in a deep sleep
although i usually doze off earlier
but i get to witness the strands of your
messy hair that brushes your face when
you change positions
when i wake up to mute the alarm clock
and
i am patting the pillow beside me
and slipped into the far right side
of the blanket
so you can fit in on the left
i'm sorry that i take up too much space
but your heaps of breath are like a
lullaby
and the wavelike motion of your
heartbeat is like a rocking boat
to my dreams where i'll meet you
there in the aisle during the happy ending.

typing on the keyboard is like
caressing your fingers and
swinging them in unison during casual walks
and twirling them in the rain-
no, we won't wet ourselves in the rain but
i could feel your arms curling up around me
when your favourite movie was disrupted
by thunder-oh, you know Astro.
and the words that you sent are like having
your chin engraved in my hair
head on head when I'm writing a new
piece like this,
and the capslocks are like
having arguments in a car
our voices are louder than any high notes
and more ridiculous than any rubbish raps
oh crap, why did you stop driving?
you will say despicable remarks and
end it with a "just kidding" and a sheepish grin
god, i feel like throwing you out of the window.

i like to put emojis beside people's names,
describing their personality and
how i feel about them
and i end yours with a heart
because i felt i actually had one
when it leaps two beats faster
when you wish me good morning
like a kiss on the forehead.

and not replying is like
letting you wait at the front door
and i didn't hear the doorbell
but don't you have the keys already?
uh, let me end this and
open it for you,
alright?