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I have been high off of "Mary Jane"

But nothing compared to the high

That comes when his hands firmly

Grasp my wrists and places them

Above my head as he leaves a trail of

Soft kisses down my torso

This is the type of high that comes once in a life time

A high that keeps the world turning

And this fire inside me constantly burning.
Have you ever been so in love
That it hurt?

It hurts not to see him
It hurts to be without him
It hurts to crave his touch
It hurts not being able to hear his voice

****...

It just hurts to love him this much



But his love
Makes it worth it
His favorite color is grey
He tells me I'm beautiful
He has a strong love for the sea
His favorite food is sushi
He tells me all the small things he loves about me
He said "I love you" first

He wants to wake up to me in his arms
And do the ***** things he imagines
He smiles at me as I talk to him about the current book I'm reading
I think he might really love me

He asked me to take an adventure with him
One that's a year long
To a place where he says he can have both the things he loves
Me and the ocean

It feels natural to tell him
That I love him too
I have always given my heart away to freely
Giving it to any boy who tells me I'm pretty
I locked it up never to be given away
But he has a lock pick and is trying steadily to open me
It's getting hard to keep him out

But I'm scared..
What if he doesn't really love me?

Cause you see
I've done this before
Sat here at this table of past lovers

But I can think clearly now
Look back on my mistakes and realize
That you'll never be one of them
---I hate you---
With every step I force myself to take to get further from you,

---I hate you---
With every breath I take trying to exhale the demons you left in your place.

---I hate you---
When flashes of our shared body heat litter my mind on cold autumn days

I..
I simply just hate loving you.
I have been searching in this crowd of empty faces
Following the sound of your voice
Tripping over the imperfections scattered around me
Dodging flailing arms as the crowd surges with regret

            .  .  .   bLaCk OuT .  .  .

Falling onto the hardwood floor that was once our love
I can no longer hear you calling to me
Struggling to stand on what feels like broken ground
My soul is shattered
I'm starting to recognize these empty faces
As they belong to my own soul
I am surrounded by mirrors
Have you ever felt like you're hearing your name being called
but really no one is there calling to you...
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