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there's a pain that doesn't hurt. it's a thought that comes to mind when i remember your touch. when i could look you in the eyes and hear your thoughts. it's a smile i sensed in the corner of the room as i danced for you. i made you laugh. you gave me confidence. i was free. free to be me. for the first time. it's a bite you stole from my cupcake when i wasn't looking. the victory shone on your face as you looked at me with your mouth full of chocolate. and all i could do is chase you back to the bedroom, capture you, and sentence you to love. it's a morning after work, as you got home much later than normal. you said it was a busy night. i nodded and welcomed you, but your eyes betrayed your lips. you were torn between two hearts. you never gave me credit for putting up with that **** and it's okay. i didn't need it. i needed you. it's a turn of the key and a glance at the rear view as i drove away. it's a pain that doesn't hurt. not anymore. sometimes. ~jOseLOpez
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Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 9:43 PM UTC
the hurt
there's a pain that doesn't hurt. it's a thought that comes to mind when i remember your touch. when i could look you in the eyes and hear your thoughts. it's a smile i sensed in the corner of the room as i danced for you. i made you laugh. you gave me confidence. i was free. free to be me. for the first time. it's a bite you stole from my cupcake when i wasn't looking. the victory shone on your face as you looked at me with your mouth full of chocolate. and all i could do is chase you back to the bedroom, capture you, and sentence you to love. it's a morning after work, as you got home much later than normal. you said it was a busy night. i nodded and welcomed you, but your eyes betrayed your lips. you were torn between two hearts. you never gave me credit for putting up with that **** and it's okay. i didn't need it. i needed you. it's a turn of the key and a glance at the rear view as i drove away. it's a pain that doesn't hurt. not anymore. sometimes. ~jOseLOpez
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Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 9:43 PM UTC
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