missing you
spin your webs of words for me. your tripping words that flow so well together (i could never immitate). i fall in love inside of your letters, sometimes with you and sometimes with someone else but its love. while your roadways are turning into rivers and your realities into dreams i’m getting lost, deeper and deeper inside of you. who writes a new beat and crafts my love so strongly toward this, my living breathing, pre-addicted kerouac. you leave me longing for something more.
come find me pouring over your sentiments, here in nowhere. please please please. i’ll never stop loving you again.