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Dec 2015
We kissed,
Well she did rather
I just ate her tongue
Out with an rotten appetite.
Not feeling turned on
Not hearing the song
Just responding
Answering back
My **** in my pocket
My heart in my back.
I didn't connect.
She did.
I like her.
But my friend called her fat
So I feel like I shouldn't
Though deep inside I don't
Give a flying ****
Not because I don't care
But because it doesn't matter
She freaking likes me
**** how rare
And I'm here saying no
To what I need and want
Basically she is awesome inside
And awesome out
Out of her sticky brown eyes
I can't get out.
She would still have me:
She accepts my stupidity
and lack of faith in myself.
But do I really want it
Can the pain be dealt?

I did the right thing though
I feel good to have cut it off quite correctly
Because there's another
To which I promised something
So I'm acting correctly really.

Don't want to loose her as a friend
College is lonely as it is
I want her to feel my pain
So she understands more
And so she won't put a cross on me
Because I need more time
Because she is really sweet
I'm posting this just cause i never read my drafts. I don't consider it a great work it just helps me get **** out
Henry Brooke
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Henry Brooke  Paris
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