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I dig a hole in myself
and fill it with words
IT'S 3:58 IN THE MORNING.
AND GOD, I HATE HOW MUCH I MISS YOU.

ACTUALLY, NO.
I LIE.

I HATE HOW MUCH YOU DON'T DESERVE IT.
***
Heart throbbing
Mind racing
Breath panting
Pores sweating
Nails clawing
Lips locking
Tongues dancing
Skin tingling
Back arching
Mind altering
Eyes closing
Mouths moaning
Fingers finding
Hair pulling
Voice growling
Senses overloading
Being tingling
Blood singing
Body aching
Sleep **coming!
Copyright © JLB
12/05/2015
03:33 BST
Rough ,Wet, Make it hurt
Sore in the morning
No time to flirt
No love, no whispers
Not even a kiss
Like animals, Mechanical
Tasting this
Bruises, teeth marks,
hickeys, thirst
*******, licking, Harder, grinding
The spot, Almost
Screaming, finding
Spasm, tightening
******, blinding
and somewhere in-between
i'm okay and it's fine
i lost myself.
slipping through the cracks.
thank you for clarifying
to me
my own level of sanity

I used to think I was crazy
but I can't compete
with you, darlin'

life is much simpler
just being myself
and not worrying
about which me
I need to be on
any given day

just wake up,
breathe,
write,
sleep,
repeat
you're a ******* fantastic writer, but you're also cray cray. I'd rather have zero likes on a poem than to have all the likes I get be from myself, myself, and myself.
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