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Call me obsessive, I’m just a passionate lover. I lay awake at night, I look at the ceiling thinking of you. Sometimes I never sleep. I’m not obsessive, Just in passionate love. I stay in bed all day, I close my eyes dreaming of you. Sometimes I never wanna wake up. I still have your clothes, Some never washed. I put them on and pretend I’m you. I sit in front of the mirror, I touch myself as you. Call me obsessive, I’m just your passionate lover. I take hot showers. I let the water cascade over me with eyes open So I see the shape of you. You stand in the shower with me, Hair wet, and bright blue eyes that come alive. I let the air cloud, I let the windows fog. I suffocate myself to hallucinate you. Not obsessive, Just passion filled. I just want to love you, I just want to hold you. I want to wear your skin, Feel you hot and fleshy around me. I lay on the ground where you’ve walked, I touch the areas you used to inhabit. I still feel you here, I still feel you there. I want to be hurt by you again, I want to be bawling and weeping in love with you. You’re obsessed, I’m simply passion based. You can’t hate me for that. I want to be you, I want to have you, I want to be loved by you. I’m obsessed, Borderline obsessed. And completely passionate. About you.
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May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 10:03 PM UTC
Crazy Ex
Call me obsessive, I’m just a passionate lover. I lay awake at night, I look at the ceiling thinking of you. Sometimes I never sleep. I’m not obsessive, Just in passionate love. I stay in bed all day, I close my eyes dreaming of you. Sometimes I never wanna wake up. I still have your clothes, Some never washed. I put them on and pretend I’m you. I sit in front of the mirror, I touch myself as you. Call me obsessive, I’m just your passionate lover. I take hot showers. I let the water cascade over me with eyes open So I see the shape of you. You stand in the shower with me, Hair wet, and bright blue eyes that come alive. I let the air cloud, I let the windows fog. I suffocate myself to hallucinate you. Not obsessive, Just passion filled. I just want to love you, I just want to hold you. I want to wear your skin, Feel you hot and fleshy around me. I lay on the ground where you’ve walked, I touch the areas you used to inhabit. I still feel you here, I still feel you there. I want to be hurt by you again, I want to be bawling and weeping in love with you. You’re obsessed, I’m simply passion based. You can’t hate me for that. I want to be you, I want to have you, I want to be loved by you. I’m obsessed, Borderline obsessed. And completely passionate. About you.
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22/Gender Fluid/USA
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 10:03 PM UTC
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