I have grown accustomed
To your voice
To your laugh
To your smile
To your smell
Accustomed
to long conversations,
Hearty laughs,
and goofy lovesongs.
Accustomed to your dreams,
You highs and your lows..
That's why it's hard,
When we have silence,
Or monologues,
Monosyllables or loads of blue ticking.
Call me spoiled or clingy,
But loving you has been amazing,
And I am accustomed to it.
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