All The Pretty Zorses

i hate that i miss you

when i am not a thought in your head

i hate that i can't just

reach out and touch you

when you don't reach for me

someone will come along one day

and hug you so hard 

that all your broken pieces 

will stick back together

and then they will stop answering your texts

and ghost you

I hate that when you hugged me so hard

i could smell the bonfire smoke on your coat

shouldn't be, but is