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Jan 8
don't mistake love for lust
he may pry your legs open and kiss inbetween them in a way that makes you feel like you're touching heaven
but if he doesn't talk to your little brother like he's his own
or hug your mom so tight it's as if he's saying "thank you for her"
if he only calls you after midnight
when the liquor running through his bloodstream makes his body ache
he is only looking for someone to meet him at the bottom of a bottle and not someone to trace circles on his hands underneath his parents dining room table
he will keep his thoughts in like smoke he can't exhale
and you will drive yourself mad trying to pryΒ them out of the same lips you thought would heal you
because the truth is no man can love you who doesn't love himself
Madison Greene
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Madison Greene  20/F/South Carolina
(20/F/South Carolina)   
   Perry, Danielle L Cook and Mila
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