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I know she loves me but I'm the problem

Her response

I know she loves me but I'm the problem

You think you're the problem
My problem 

For just being you

You feel like a waste of space

But all i want is for you to be in mine

I want to be with you

Against you

I want there to be no space between us

You're not a waste

But someone who fills the room with his glow

Your presence is what gets me through the day

Your warmth feels like a heated blanket wrapped around my shoulders 

Your presence 

Makes me feel cozy 

Like someone sitting by the fire wearing their favorite pair of fuzzy socks

When you read me your poetry my heart melts and I'm filled with joy

You give me butterflies when you caress me with your smooth, strong hands

The only problem i have with you is how far away you are

You think you make me sad

Yet you're the own who puts a smile on my face

Who shows me he loves me in every possible way

Who makes my insecurities go away

You are my heart

I want you with me

I want you in my bed

Holding me

Touching me

Being inside of me

I want all of you

Everywhere

Connected in every sense of the word

The only time I shed a tear when we are together 

is when we have to say goodbye.

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