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Nov 2015
She craves his touch,
He craves her scent
Of passion all over his clothes.

She says "Let's be friends, because I can't commit"
He believes her.
But no. DO NOT TRUST HER.
Because what he doesn't know is that
She can't commit to a boy who is hurting
While she still looks for a cure.

Yes and she craves his touch
Just to fill up the void
Of the one who gave up on her.
But she cannot hurt him.
No she won't shut him down.
As he opens up to her.

So they live in a moment
In a dark parking lot
That some would call wrong but they call adventure.
And for that moment he is hers and she is his
And in that moment they are each other.

And though she won't give it all she'll give just enough
To make her not sleep and not eat anymore.
And he'll live on his days always believing that
"She can't commit."
As she bolts the door
To her heart.
This poem was the first time I realized that poems didn't need to rhyme to work.
rootsbudsflowers
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