Jun 2015
This space
between you and I
is exhausting.
No coiled, inseparable bodies.
Just this space,
and cold academic tasks.
Yes,
I desire intimacy.
Like an actual human being.
And right now
you were somewhere else
Eating lunch.
between you and I
is exhausting.
No coiled, inseparable bodies.
Just this space,
and cold academic tasks.
Yes,
I desire intimacy.
Like an actual human being.
And right now
you were somewhere else
Eating lunch.
*To every dead relationship.
Written by
Lacus Crystalthorn
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