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I don’t know you well enough or I’d read you this poem. I don’t know you well enough, though your quite handsome. I don’t know you well enough for you to care about my interests, I don’t know you well enough — we haven’t reached that level yet. I don’t know you well enough, but if I did I wouldn’t want to. I don’t know you well enough, please keep playing elusive. I like your life, but I don’t know you well enough to like your instagrams — it could seem stalker-ish. We’ve talked about dinner, but I don’t know when or if we’ll actually go. I don’t know you well enough. I don’t know you well enough, but text you regardless, you invite me backhanded to your friends' plans. I don’t know you well enough, to hold your glance, you buy me a beer, my hands fold between my legs. I don’t know you well enough, but I know when your drunk. Your friends leave and I give you a ride home. I don’t know you well enough, but you invite me in, your cat treats me like a familiar friend. I don’t you well enough, but I know when we share spit, it just lubricates comments on our horniness. I don’t know you well enough, but I know your apartment — your couch is too squishy and your bed is too close. I don’t know you well enough. I ask if *** will ruin this, but don't know what this is. I don’t know you well enough, but I sleep in your bed. Your rolling-over motion was disappointing, but not unexpected. I STILL don’t know you well enough, but I know three unanswered texts means your not interested in telling me. Or perhaps, I don’t know you well enough. I don’t know you well enough, but I’m getting to know me and I know that naiive isn’t who I want to be.
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 1:00 AM UTC
I don’t know you well enough.
I don’t know you well enough or I’d read you this poem. I don’t know you well enough, though your quite handsome. I don’t know you well enough for you to care about my interests, I don’t know you well enough — we haven’t reached that level yet. I don’t know you well enough, but if I did I wouldn’t want to. I don’t know you well enough, please keep playing elusive. I like your life, but I don’t know you well enough to like your instagrams — it could seem stalker-ish. We’ve talked about dinner, but I don’t know when or if we’ll actually go. I don’t know you well enough. I don’t know you well enough, but text you regardless, you invite me backhanded to your friends' plans. I don’t know you well enough, to hold your glance, you buy me a beer, my hands fold between my legs. I don’t know you well enough, but I know when your drunk. Your friends leave and I give you a ride home. I don’t know you well enough, but you invite me in, your cat treats me like a familiar friend. I don’t you well enough, but I know when we share spit, it just lubricates comments on our horniness. I don’t know you well enough, but I know your apartment — your couch is too squishy and your bed is too close. I don’t know you well enough. I ask if *** will ruin this, but don't know what this is. I don’t know you well enough, but I sleep in your bed. Your rolling-over motion was disappointing, but not unexpected. I STILL don’t know you well enough, but I know three unanswered texts means your not interested in telling me. Or perhaps, I don’t know you well enough. I don’t know you well enough, but I’m getting to know me and I know that naiive isn’t who I want to be.
Descartian Damsel in Distress
#love#longing
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 1:00 AM UTC
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